The end of the year always sneaks up on me. I'm strolling right along, enjoying my summer and like bam! (take that Emeril) it's Labor Day. Then all of a sudden, September morphs into Halloween. And by the time I'm barely coming down off my left-over candy sugar high, Thanksgiving is right around the corner.
I really should pay more attention. It's not like the world hasn't been trying to clue me in. I've been wearing my thick wool coat to work for weeks now, barely a leaf is left on a tree, and my mom's already emailing me asking what I want from Christmas - it's obviously Fall. (And yes, my mom starts her Christmas shopping exceptionally early. I guess you have to when you have 5 kids to shop for......)
All these signs, yet I'm still trying to grasp the fact that this week is Thanksgiving. Thursday? You mean THIS Thursday? Are you kidding me? Even more shocking, I have yet to bake on thing made of fall-inspired pumpkin goodness. And that my friends can not happen. It just can not. It's like kitchen rule #3.
Please don't ask what rules 1 & 2 are- it's kinda like Fight Club. I can't talk about it
So I called upon pumpkin and cinnamon and nutmeg and clove and last but certainly not least, maple syrup. Fall has officially arrived in Sarahland.
