Firstly no, this post has nothing to do with the American election.
I have something to say about fall.
I think I like it.
I always pretend to hate it but I might actually have a tiny little spot in my black, black heart for fall.
Fall means I can finally let the summer planters die, I can abandon the flapping sound of flip flops around the house in favour of the soft smooshing of socks and I can make pumpkin pie.
Which I can then eat. Which I might as well, on account of the world coming to the end and all.
Just last week I saw a zombie at the grocery store picking up some apple juice. Zombie’s are one of the more popular indicators of the world coming to an end. It was to be expected after this Apocolypse-like summer.
In fact, I bet if you take a look around your neighbourhood you’ll see any number of Zombies walking around with baked, crispy, skin and hollowed out eyes because they’re so tired from the relentless summer Armageddon heat. Mere ghosts of their former selves because it was too hot to cook or eat. Plus they’re super-cranky about being Zombies.
After looking back on this summer I’m not sure why I ever had anything against fall.
Oh wait. It’s all coming back to me. It’s the fall to-do list. When you live in a climate that has extreme seasons like Canada, there’s a lot to do to get ready for the next season.
Only some of it has to do with pie. O.K., a lot of it.
These are all the things I do in the fall, quite frantically, when I remember to do them. So I thought it would be smarter to put all the things that need to be done in the fall all on a fall checklist. THAT way we can all refer to it. And promptly not do them.
I’ll do most of these, especially the ones that could result in my house burning down if I don’t. And I’m going to do my eavestroughs because last year when I didn’t do them they got clogged, filled up with leaves and water and fell off of my house. So there’s that.
The other thing I’ll definitely do is make pie. Homemade Pumpkin Pie made with real pumpkins served with Maple Syrup Whipped Cream. If I’m especially ambitious I’ll puree some pumpkins and freeze it so I can do the same thing later in the winter.
Because if the world is going to end NOBODY has ever said “The world’s going to end, break out the green beans.”
Nope. If the world is going to end, I’m going to eat pie. My zombie friends? They’ll probably be reaching for blood pudding.