It's chilly and sunny today in New York and I've chosen to spend my morning sitting inside and catching up on Homeland instead of going out to brunch or running along the river.
I don't usually get deep or talk about issues that mean a lot to me here on the blog. I try to keep it fun and light to create an escape for readers and to make you all smile. Once in a while, when I feel strongly about something, I go for it (remember The Nose Diaries?).
As I mentioned on Tuesday, I ate more than one pumpkin whoopie pie from Lou's, my favorite diner in Hanover (my hometown). I started craving them as soon as I returned to the city so decided to make them for myself, cream cheese frosting and all!
I decided to go with a mini version because eating a full one of these puppies is like inhaling an entire birthday cake.
I can't tell you how tragic it was to pack up and leave my family behind in New Hampshire yesterday to come back to the big city. Every fall, I go home for a few days and squeeze in as many dorky/fun fall activities as possible which, this year, included apple picking with my mom, a pumpkin festival at Cedar Circle Farm, apple tasting, leaf peeping, a run through the countryside with gorgeous views, eating pumpkin whoopie pies (twice, duh), going to the annual bonfire for Dartmouth's homecoming, drinking pumpkin ale, and sitting by my mom's fire.
I can't decide if this fuzzy jacket is like hideously weird or the coolest thing that I own. I'm leaning towards the latter. Despite making me look a little sheepish (get it?), it's basically like wearing an acceptably fashionable blanket around town.
