Published: September 22, 2009
I think I look pretty busy and important right now. I'm sitting in the science building with my laptop in my lap and I'm typing a lot. I bet people think I'm doing something really official and science-y. Maybe finishing a lab report or working on capstone research. Come to think of it, I probably should be doing those things. But I'm not. Let's see. I'm listening to Christmas music. I'm killing time 'til class. I'm thinking about all the yummy autumn food I wish I could eat. Sometimes I make food lists in my head, you know. What should I be sure to eat this fall? Pumpkin bread. Banana bread. Banana bread with walnuts. Banana bread with blueberries, my own delicious addition. Pumpkin pie. Pumpkin muffins. Apple butter. Pumpkin butter. Gingerbread. Gingerbread cookies. Cookies in the shape of leaves. Cookies in the shape of ghosts! Uh oh, look busy for a second while that guy from geoscience walks by. Okay, I'm safe. Eggnog. Pumpkin eggnog. Baked yams. Candied yams. Candied yams with marshmallows on top, a little crispy and burnt. Raspberry hot chocolate. Apple cardamom muffins. Sugar cookies. Those cookies with the little drop of jam or chocolate in the middle. Hello, yes, keep walking, can't you see how busy I am? More pumpkin bread. Definitely more pumpkin pie. Maybe some almond croissants. Ham and cheese croissants, though those should most definitely be consumed year-round. Type type type I'm such a busy and important person. Bread pudding! Oh, can't forget that. And rice pudding. I should learn how to make rice pudding. This Christmas music reminds me of happy things. Walking in the rain; Thanksgiving; going to Winterfest at my old high school and buying yummy foods and maybe a pretty wreath for the front door. Oh man, those people with the awesome bread are always at the Christmas bazaars. I love their bread. So many amazing flavors. Ooh, and the Christmas bazaar at PLU always has good Scandinavian desserts like lefsa. I can't wait for Christmas. Ooh. And I can't wait for eggnog. Maybe if I focus my mind powers really, really hard I can make it rain, and somehow by making it rain I can make it be fall sooner. Or maybe I should just focus on making the leaves change to all those wonderful autumn colors, honey gold and burnt copper and ripe apple red. Oh man, apples. Mom's stuffing. Apples and raisins and way too much butter, baked and warm and soft. Why am I making this list again? To torture myself? Oh, right, because I'm two hours early to class and working in my free time would be too responsible. You know, Erika didn't quite seem to understand what I meant when I said "this must be what life tastes like" after biting into my fresh-baked, jam-and-butter-filled fair scone. But it's the truth, I know it is. Life tastes like a mouthful of fresh warm bread spread with butter and blackberry jam and it's even more exciting and wonderful because it's just the first bite and you know there will be another one after that, and another one, and then your fingers off which to lick the crumbs and jam smears. She said life has bad points and how can life taste like a scone but I suspect that even the bad parts of life might taste a little bit like a scone anyway because life is pretty wonderful all the time, even when it's not. These Christmas songs taste like jam and scones. My memories of Winterfest certainly do, as do my memories of Christmas lights and pine trees and a warm apartment on a cold, rainy night. Ooh, apple cider. I need to buy fresh apple cider. Yes yes yes. No, I'm totally working on a school assignment, don't look at me like that, what are you talking about?