I love autumn. Like, seriously love it, bordering on obsession.
I love the cool crisp air, the smell of the leaves as they crunch underneath my feet, bundling up in a warm sweater, and the one thing I wait for all year long…pumpkin spice flavoured EVERYTHING!
I love pumpkin spice, and even though I can buy it in the grocery store and have it all year long if I want to, there is something about fall and pumpkin spice that I just can’t resist. It’s like being wrapped up in a big, warm pumpkin hug that just soothes your soul.
I’m not a huge coffee drinker, but I don’t mind sipping on a pumpkin spice latte. I picked up a couple of pumpkin spice candles from Bath and Body Works so now the whole apartment smells like autumn on a farm (you know, without all the free range animals and piles of manure everywhere). Oh, and don’t even get me started on the pumpkin spice glazed donuts from Tim Horton’s. I have to stop myself from ordering a dozen, going home to eat the entire box, and putting myself into a pumpkin spice-induced coma. I fear my brother will come home from work one day to find me passed out on the sofa with donut crumbs and drool on my shirt, and an empty donut box on the floor…not a pretty picture (though one I’m sure he’ll take with his camera phone and upload to Facebook for the world to witness).
Even though we’re just ramping up into autumn, I’ve noticed that pumpkin spiced flavoured EVERYTHING is EVERYWHERE! They now have pumpkin spice M&M’s (potentially yummy), pumpkin spice Oreos (I’m 50/50 on these, but willing to try), pumpkin spice bagels (I’ll take a pass), and the pumpkin spice condom, which I was sad to discover was just a hoax. I’m sure there are hundreds of other pumpkin spice-flavoured products that I haven’t even come across yet.
This year it seems pumpkin is the new, hot starlet on the block. Everybody loves her now, but she’s in grave danger of over exposure. Right now everyone is all “ooh pumpkin spice, can’t get enough, let’s put it in everything!” but come next fall, she’ll be staring at herself on the cover of the National Enquirer wondering what happened to her life, while people gossip about her alleged sex tape with cinnamon and nutmeg. She’ll be yesterday’s news, lining the bottom of bird cages the world over. She’ll try and make a comeback, but it will never be the same. So sad.
But I’ll still love you pumpkin spice, even when the world has had enough of you. And as long as Tim Horton’s never stops making those delicious donuts.