This time of year, people like me lurk in the shadows, stealth-sipping our cinnamon teas or our chai lattes. No more hiding. I’m speaking up.
I love autumn as much as the next gal. Honest. I do. I love decorating the house for Thanksgiving. A good harvest theme never gets old. What does get old, though, is pumpkin spice.
Before you start hurling gourds at me, hear me out. Please?
Have you ever tasted pumpkin? It’s a squash. Squash ain’t sexy. Squash doesn’t make you want to curl up by the fireplace and daydream. It makes you want something else to eat that’s not squash.
Notice that the flavor is pumpkin spice. Not pumpkin. The “spice”- that’s where it’s at. Because pumpkin is gross. What is this spice, anyway? It’s not pumpkin pie. It’s not gingerbread. It’s… something else. If I want spice, I’ll get it from my buffalo wings, not a squash, thankyouverymuch.
The good news for people like me is that PSL season arrives earlier and earlier each year. It’s still eighty-hundred-thousand degrees outside. That means that before the weather cools off enough for people to enjoy it, they’ll have burned themselves out on the stuff.
So for now, I’m sporting a tank top, watching people drink their pumpkin spice coffees and sweating through their cozy scarves and ugg boots. Yay fall.