I do not like pumpkin spice lattes.
There. I have said it. I know people go crazy for these things, people in my family even. I have tried them. Every year. Still, I don’t get it.
They do not taste good to me.
Did you know there are people who think cilantro tastes like soap? It’s a true story. I have a friend with this issue, and she is still my friend. Maybe there is a pumpkin spice gene missing in me?
Anyway, I really like other pumpkin items. Yesterday a series of events took place that led me downhill. As in, my life feels like it’s on a greased-up sled, at the top of a high hill. They were all small things: feedback from a teacher, a text from my co-parent, a notice in the mail. When that feeling strikes, sometimes I take to baking. There is something satisfying about baking. It isn’t necessarily that I want to eat what I make, just that I want to create it. With a little time and effort I can quickly see and enjoy a tangible result. I dig through my recipe binder and pull out an oldie but goodie, pumpkin chocolate chip squares. My hands become busy, the house fills up with a great smell and the kids get excited.
An hour later there is too much dessert for my family to eat alone; I will have to share it. It gives me a reason to drop by on my neighbor. I use my dessert as a crutch. I slip across the alley with a warm plate in my hand and knock on her door.
No sooner does she let me in then my guts spill out. I tell her about my day, my worries, my downhill trip. We eat and chat, and she helps me get my guts put back together. She reassures me, reminds me what I know is true, gets me off the sled. We share dessert and friendship. We are both grateful. Give the pumpkin squares a try.
(Click HERE for the recipe!!!)