Ah, fall. The changing leaves, the smell (of decay) in the air, finally a break from the heat and rain that have become our summers . . . And pumpkin everywhere. Pumpkin flavored, pumpkin shaped, pumpkin colored, pumpkin scented--if it can be tasted, seen, touched, or smelled, there's a pumpkin version. I even live in a town whose biggest yearly event is a Pumpkin Festival. I have tried pumpkin fudge (good) pumpkin ice cream (ok but odd) and pumpkin bread (YUM!) I stock up on pumpkin spice wax tarts in the fall, because I just adore the way they smell. And every year, I stop by local coffee shops to test out the pumpkin flavored beverages.
Which I hate.
Every year, I try them. I try the lattes and the coffees, the mochas and the cappuccinos. I take one sip and my stomach churns, and then I spend the rest of the day trying to force myself to finish the overpriced liquid disgusting I forked over hard-earned money for.
I feel like a failure, like I'm somehow not living up to my position in the world. I mean, I'm a mom. I blog. I volunteer. I'm an artsy-craftsy person who likes theatre and museums. Why do I despise the drink other artsy craftsy theatre loving volunteer blogging moms wait all year for? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??
I'm joking, of course. Well, mostly. I don't happen to like pumpkin in my beverages--not a big deal. What sets me apart from the pack is that I try it EVERY YEAR. Multiple times. Even though I have never once gotten a pumpkin flavored drink that I could stomach, let alone that I liked. And I hate every one, but I keep trying. Today was Tim Horton's pumpkin coffee. It looked so delicious on the poster . . .
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