Dear Nathaniel, I am microwaving pie that Mom bought up in Oak Glen this week on her way home from the orthodontist. As I put it in the microwave, I was full of sadness that I was not in Oak Glen with her. Why did I not go? I was working. I want to see the trees turn. I want to wander slowly through autumnal gift shops. Under the water, you cannot sense the approach of the seasons. Even here it is difficult because, after all, it's California. But I can still sense it. After three seasons in Illinois and one in Scotland, it must be with me for good. Or at least for a while. Because I am all abuzz with eagerness for fall and winter, for turkeys and dried leaves and Santa. I should start cooking again this fall. Fall foods are my favorite. Baked squash dripping with melted butter and brown sugar, pumpkin soup... this year, if I have enough money, I will put together a holiday dinner for my friends. And we will drink Scandinavian mulled wine, which is the most wonderful thing I have e
are they roasted?
ReplyDeleteI lurv roasted marshmallows
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no. they are spewn from shooters. next time you come over, you can make your own. my mom bought pvc pipe and generic marshmallows and we all made little guns. ok, so mine was little. nathaniel's was enormous and complicated...
ReplyDeleteI'm always amazed at how unnatural marshmallows are. You know? It's like the engineers at NASA decided to get involved in food processing.
ReplyDeletemini-mallow war!!!!!
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(re David) I feel that way about jello. I like eating it, but I never really feel like I'm consuming a food product. It's the food-version of playing dress-up. Let's eat a pretend food. Like something out of Hook.
ReplyDelete(re Emily) Don't worry, I have back-up in the vanity. Of course, all my bobby pins smell like mallows...
i WANT one
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aw man! you were just HERE!! and we didn't have a WAR!!!
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