Each autumn, it goes something like this in our house:
“Hey, The One. What do you want for dinner?”
“Something pumpkin.”
“What about lunch?
“Something pumpkin.”
“A snack.”
“Something pumpkin.”
“Dessert? Let me guess: Something pumpkin.”
“No, chocolate.”
I can’t win with this man. But I have gotten good at serving him all kinds of pumpkin dishes:...
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Published on November 23, 2015 17:02