It’s only seventy-four days until Halloween/my birthday, and it’s not too early for pumpkin muffins. Snow is appearing on the mountains and it snowed (briefly, no accumulation) at 11,500 feet last weekend.
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Power, paleo, pumpkin, press, pensamientos.
Reading is wonderful. As I’m not driving as much during the workweek, I read for news. I’m going to do what my grandparents on both sides fear about blogs: share my opinion! As if I don’t any other week.
Playlist: Evanescence—The Open Door, Fallen (must be something about this time of year), Rammstein—Rosenrot, Marilyn Manson—Eat Me, Drink Me, Rob Zombie—The Sinister Urge, Clan of Xymox—The Best of Clan of Xymox
Toppings. Dips. Sandwich Filler. Sidecars. The lifeblood of veganinity. The bane of my existence when the only lunch option is hommos on bread since then it’s probably gluten-contaminated. Watch for dairy in prepared hommos. Sentence fragments rock. P’raps I’ve been influenced by fragment-speaking Katniss Everdeen of The Hunger Games.
I made this pie for a potluck birthday party given in honour of the Buddhist nun who leads the meditation group I attend near school. She’s originally from West Virginia, so I baked the pie in my purple Fiestaware pie plate (Fiestaware’s still made in America, folks). When I brought her a slice, she said “This is pretty good!”