Pumpkin Spice Lattes
In recent years, the Pumpkin Spice Latte has superseded the McRib for the title of Mediocre Seasonal Item that People Lose their Minds Over. Don't get me wrong; I love pumpkin pie. I wish it were served year round. Yet I've never been able to participate in the frenzy surrounding the Pumpkin Spice Latte. I think my friend Julie summed it up best when she said they taste like Play-Doh. I suspect that many people just get caught up in the excitement because you're supposed to be excited, and it's this big harbinger of fall, but until they figure out how to funnel the flavor of pecan pie into a sugary coffee drink, I'll stick with my chai.
I should say right up front that I absolutely do not dislike children or babies. I think they're pretty damned cool, and would probably opt to sit at the kids table at holidays if I could. It's just that unless a newborn is related to me by blood, marriage, or an intense bond of friendship with one of its parents, I just find them boring with their constant sleeping and wizened faces. If you bring your baby into work I'm not going to sneer at it or tell you to get it away from me, but as I make all the appropriate cooing sounds I'll probably be figuring out in my head when's the soonest I can make my escape without being rude.
Now, give me a chubby, smiling, dimpled 8 month old or a crazy talking three year old and I'm good to go. Why don't more people bring their toddlers into work to say hi? The entertainment value of their filter-less, inappropriate comments would get me through the longest work week.
Thank goodness for Hulu, because I was able to fast forward through the musical performances on the season premiere of SNL. You'd think that as someone who came of age in the 90s and really digs a variety of music, that I'd be all over this band. I've tried with them, I really have. I've tried on more than one occasion. I've tried to find the perfect situation in which to enjoy them. But I just can't, and I don't think one should have to work that hard to enjoy music. Take away my music cred card or whatever, but I find them pretentious and boring.
I love music, and I have a degree in theatre. I should love this show, right? A lot of my friends love this show. I can't feel the love. It may just come down to the prodigious use of Autotune. Maybe it's the cringe inducing try hard of Lea Michele. Or maybe deep down I just have no soul.
I don't know how these replaced cupcakes as the pastry du jour in the blogging world, but I'm ready to move onto something truly yummy, like Madeleines. Sure, they may not come in oh so cute pastel colors, but they're a lot more scrumptious, and easier to make. I'm sure that we could figure out infinite ways to make them super cute and serve them at weddings and showers and photograph them in twee ways.
This weekend is homecoming for Maya. She's already off to the parade and the football game. The dance is tomorrow night. I'm going to partake in some Oktoberfest action with my friend Donald. Have a great weekend!
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