Do Not Pass Go, Do Not Get Custard

Well, I guess I'm out of the running for NaBloPoMo, although since I started five days late, I suppose I was never actually in the running, but still. Yep, I missed posting yesterday. My failure is as ashes in my mouth.

Such is life.

Back to the pumpkin spice! (Ah yes, just when you thought you were off the hook.):

3. Pumpkin spice custard: I learned this autumn that the Historical K and I share a love of all things pumpkin spice, so it was with delight that I listened as she raved about the fact that one of her favorite treats was back for the season. She insisted that we leave immediately to gain a delectable and I, all curious and unknowing, eagerly went along for the ride. Where do we arrive at but Rusty's. Rusty's and I are old friends, I have long had a passion for their chocolate raspberry concoction as well as a short, illicit affair with a chocolate marshmellow delicacy. In the three years that I've lived in Norman, I never knew that Rusty's had pumpkin spice custard in the autumn. I felt betrayed, wounded, slighted - and then I tried the custard.
Rusty's is forgiven, I have been bought off by sweet, sweet custard, but the sting still lingers in my heart. There were three autumns that I could have been enjoying this custard - nine months of pumpkin custardlessness! The custard melts bitter-sweetly in my mouth even now.
I guess I'll have to get the large size from now on. Just to make up for lost time, of course.

Spiciness Part II

Yay, I'm actually continuing this post! I sometimes have problems finishing things I start, most notably papers, so I feel this is something like the first step of the 12-step program for procrastinators. But onward to the real point of the post!

2. Pumpkin spice lattes: I actually didn't discover these amazing creations until last Christmas with one of my dearest friends, Redhead. I was visiting her in St. Louis and we were wandering through the mall, not really Christmas shopping so much as window-shopping as something to do while we talked, when we ran across a Starbucks. Normally I avoid Starbucks, if I'm going to pay $4 for coffee, Id really rather actually be able to taste coffee, but Redhead began talking about needing intravenious caffeine and got in line so I went to keep her company. So we're standing there and suddenly I see a festive chalk sign for their seasonal drinks - now I may not like their coffee, but I'm always up for sugar - so we decide to split one. Choice? Pumpkin spice. (Of course. Don't you remember the donuts?) We sit down on a bench and drink and chat; it was a very special moment, reconnecting after so many months of hit-and-miss phone calls. So I suppose Starbucks can keep on existing, even with their weak coffee. At least during the autumn.

Pumpkin Spice!

I was recently reminded of my love of all things pumpkin spice by Rebecca, so you get to hear me ramble about that for a bit. Hey, it's Day 9, people, the bottom of the barrel has just begun to be scraped. Enjoy the coherent entries while they last.

I feel the need for a list for this:

1. Pumpkin spice cake doughnuts: Krispy Kreme clearly decided that I was eating too healthy one year when I was in high school and came out with these delectable beauties for the autumn. On weekends I would actually make up errands to my parents that were located in the vicinity of the Krispy Kreme just on the off chance that they would stop by when the Hot Doughnut sign lit up. If they ever read this, there will be a sudden lightbulb atop their heads, "Oh! That explains all of the times she needed pens. And notebooks. And staples. And shoes." Then I would be killed. On the bright side, I'm only now running low on pens.

One of the saddest moments of my college years, well a sad moment at the least, has been when the Krispy Kreme in Norman shut its fragrant doors. This was the place that, when my roommate at the time, the Best Roommate Ever, was set to take her seven hour practise MCAT [Edit: Practise GRE? What? Oops, changed.] we went to at ridiculous-o'clock in the morning to convince her that she was not going to come home that night a failure, that she was indeed brilliant, and that all right just-in-case we could totally move to California and become beach bums for a living if she failed miserably. Plus we had to make sure she had enough caffeine and sugar to survive the ordeal. Seven hours?! For that long, you should make it into a med program if you survive and don't run off into the night shrieking, "Chromosomes! Neutrons! Photosynthesis! Ahhhhh!" To add insult to injury, they replaced Krispy Kreme with a BBQ place. BBQ. They really think that's going to help the sense of loss?

What other pumpkin spiciness thrills my soul? Find out tomorrow! (Why yes, a cliffhanger did just occur to me. Look, I need time to come up with another topic or you'll be subjected to monologues about the awful shade of carpet at work. And no one wants that.)