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You blockhead.

I thought, for a while, about why my pumpkin pie didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. Why it didn't turn out tasty as hell, I should say. It was mediocre at best. I could blame it on the poor quality of this season's pumpkin harvest. I could blame it on not having all the proper ingredients. I could blame it on being tired.

But I think it was nerves.

Making pumpkin pie is one of the few traditions that my family actually observes religiously. The guys get together and make the pie. And it always turns out excellently. When I was younger, my dad made it on his own. Then, when I was of cooking age, I helped him. And now, in his absence, I found myself making it alone. To some people, it's just making a pie. But it's more like a torch being passed on.

And flickering, slightly.

I was nervous, and I had something to prove. And I messed it up. But it was my first time to do it on my own. There's a trial period. It's just one of those reminders that, despite how I feel, I'm not a kid anymore. I'm an adult. And I have to do adult things now. Like make pie.

I had a dream last night that I had completely forgotten that I had a final one of my classes. Actually, it was a class that I had forgotten about entirely. I hadn't gone to class all semester and so I missed all the homeworks and quizzes and tests and couldn't Q-drop it because it was too late. I had just straight up forgotten that I'd signed up for it. So I woke up in the middle of the night and started turning over all of my things, trying to figure out what class it was and trying to start studying for it.

I think that means that it's time to start stressing out about finals.

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jonathanbarcelo said…
holy shit,

I've been having that exact same dream.
November 28, 2009 at 9:17 AM
Carolynn said…
Don't stress out too much brah. Sometimes your pies can bring the heavens to their knees weeping, and some days they are just pies. Even special pies can be just pies. Then you come out of nowhere and make the most amazing pie ever, and it will be good.
November 28, 2009 at 6:34 PM
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