Ok, now that we got all of that football hating out of the way yesterday, we can focus on the fact that fall is actually my favorite season. You wouldn’t know it, what with all the complaining I do this time of year, but really, fall is my jam.
Sweaters, stretchy pants, pumpkin scented candles and pot pies. Bring it on. I see your seasonal change and I raise you a glass of cider.
And with the arrival of fall comes the arrival of canned pumpkin in the grocery stores. And let me tell you, I buy them out. I don’t stock pile like some families on TLC per se, but when it comes to pumpkin, I’m planning for Y2K and it’s 1999. This is deathcon 5, take no prisoners, I will cut a girl over pumpkin.
Brian was dying laughing – we were in whole foods (duh.) and I was literally just pulling all the pumpkin cans off the shelf. This one chick waiting behind me was making a face, to which I challenged with an even sassier face.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Are you a food blogger who’s livelihood depends on you not running out of pumpkin? I need to have ALL the pumpkin, miss, in order to be able to make pumpkin anything anytime I need. It’s for work.“ Brian had to remind me that while it feels like it most of the time, the bouche is not my livelihood and also, is there any reason I am taking my PMS out on this girl who just wants pumpkin pie? This poor chick could be making pumpkin scones for a damn orphanage and you just boxed her out completely. Those poor orphans. You’re an asshat.
Maybe I overreacted a bit, but come December, that stuff is off the shelf and practically like gold dipped crack, it’s so hard to find.
Not that I know how hard it is to find crack, much less crack that’s been gold leafed, but whatever.
Brian’s answer to this, like every problem in the world, is that I can just order more pumpkin off of amazon. We keep amazon in business by the way. You’re welcome. Amazon, you can pay in equity for this mention on the blog as well as our inappropriately high volume of purchases from your website. It’s the least you could do.
And so here I am, 20 cans of pumpkin in my cart, a sassy sister behind my back throwing proverbial daggers, and a frowning husband. What the eff. Where is my best friend when I need her? Kelley is the only person in the world who would have said “What momma wants, momma gets.” and made me feel better about being a PMS crazed pumpkin hoarder.
Instead I put half the cans back and shuffled towards the Kombucha aisle. Life is hard people.
So I did what any truly upset girl would do. I made pumpkin creme brulee. And laughed to myself when I thought about the girl who sassed me at whole foods. I bet she’d want to be my friend now, huh?
- heavy cream - 2 cups
- brown sugar - 1/4 cup
- sugar - 1/2 cup, plus 4 tablespoons
- egg yolks - 8
- vanilla - 1 teaspoon
- nutmeg - 1/4 teaspoon
- cinnamon - 1/2 teaspoon
- pumpkin puree - 1 cup