We scoured town for a pumpkin pie, but none was to be found. The worker looked at me like I was crazy, and actually SNICKERED when I asked if they had a can of pumpkin puree. However, the good news is, even if they don't celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving, England, like North America, starts advertising for other holidays long before their arrival. Found a pumpkin.
Now I stand glaring at the pumpkin, sitting innocently on the counter, wondering how I'm going to turn it into a pie. Without a food processor.
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| Dedicated to "Alejandro", the art teacher in the house. Who had the nerve to tell me that my masterpiece was "cute". Psha. |
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Yes, this is how I entertain myself on a Saturday night in London. Or close enough to London.
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