I am here to release my secrets on MY PUMPKIN PIE!!
*cue dramatic music*
I know. Big deal.
Except not really. Let me explain.
I have been having a hard week.
Just… a lot of things. A lot of things going on.
I feel like I start every post these days with “OMG SO MUCH IS HAPPENING WHY IT DO THIS?”
This year is just my year of funk. Funk like the stinkiness, not like the music.
The music would be way more fun.
But it’s okay because tomorrow I will be face deep in thanksgiving foods.
I’m really good at drowning my sadness and stresses in food.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved chocolate.
She loved it in cookies and cakes, in brownies and tarts.
She would eat in any way she could get her grubby little hands on it.
Sometimes she would even eat it illicitly out of the cookie jar. (Sorry mom!)
Then one day, someone told her she could eat it for dinner too, without getting in trouble…
in a mole sauce.
But she soon discovered it was all a trick! For mole sauce was not sweet, and to this little girl, actually tasted like mud.
There’s that saying, “American as apple pie”.
Does that mean I’m breaking some sort of international rule if I make apple pie for Canadian Thanksgiving?
I sure hope not because I made apple pie for Canadian Thanksgiving…
It’s probably cool.
I spend a lot of time baking.
I spend even more time playing video games!
I love to play all kinds (well… I guess I’m not really into sports games) but there’s one game in particular I keep going back to.
I’m not going to bore you all with the details of the game, but what you do need to know about is Lulu.
This is Bittersweet Lulu. She is a magical little purple yordle who likes to get up to mischief. But most importantly… sometimes she turns her enemies into hopping, helpless little cupcakes.
Have you ever been to a chocolate festival?
I have been now been to the NW Chocolate Festival twice.
To chocolate lovers everywhere, chocolate festivals are magical places, they really are, but I must warn you…
You will leave feeling mildly uncomfortable and vaguely sick.
But it’s okay because it’s only because of the ridiculous amount of chocolate you managed to cram into your belly.
Did you know this past Thursday was talk like a pirate day?
Aye matey! Tis the truth!
Apparently Krispy Kreme celebrated with donuts. FREE donuts. Talking like a pirate got you a free donut, dressing like a pirate got you A DOZEN FREE DONUTS.
I’m not going to lie, I totally have an appropriately piratey outfit. I should have worn it to a Krispy Kreme. I honestly didn’t only out of laziness.
I have no shame in adorning a blousey shirt, an underbust corset and a jaunty hat.
So I had to celebrate in other ways.