Three weeks ago, I made this pumpkin spice latte recipe. I made a whole can o' pumpkin worth of mix, then put it in the fridge and heated some up with cashew milk and then added it to my coffee every damn morning. It is fucking. Delicious.
(I used less sugar and made my own pumpkin spice mix but with like 1/3 as much cinnamon because cinnamon is the stupidest spice (with the exception of black pepper, which I like fine, except for how it's in every recipe like salt - pepper is not like salt, people, pepper is a spice) and who am I to overwhelm my delicious lattes with the second stupidest spice. I am aware that the linked recipe includes black pepper and I basically just pretended that line was a funny inside joke between me and the author.)
Then two weeks ago I did the same thing, except that time I added some cayenne. It was brilliant. (Just a teeny pinchy pinch, guys, this is a morning drink.)
Then ONE week ago I was like whooop well time to make that fun mix I'm going to drink every day until I die and I went to my cabinet for pumpkin and there was none.
AND I'd just heard about the pumpkin shortage. The linked article has sound because CNN is the cinnamon of the news world, but the important line is, "That means when stores sell out, they'll likely be out until next year's harvest."
Needless to say I went on a pumpkin hunt. I came back with nine 15 oz cans, two 28 oz cans, and two 15 oz boxes (thanks for being nonconformist Whole Foods!).
I have enough for lattes through my birthday, assuming I don't get tired of them or decide to sacrifice a can or two to a dessert at some point.
The point of that story that sometimes, I think to myself ... well, I if I'm in, I might as well be all in, right?
The relevance moving forward of that point is that: I'm going to try to do National Novel Writing Month and National Blog Posting Month. It will be like some terrible, look-at-a-computer-all-day and then look-at-a-computer-all-night kind of bootcamp. Right? Right.