Fake cinnamon-flavored lattes aren't my thing, but deep-fried pumpkin ravioli, fresh apple cider, and apple cider donuts are. And when your local haunt, A. Casola Farms, is out of deep-fried ravioli, their deep-fried Oreos will nicely substitute. I mean, you did work off like 4000 calories from that megahike, right?
I have never done a haunted corn maze/hay ride, and this was the first year I completed the duo. Being made fun of by a staffer while waiting on line ("Oh, is this your first time? Do you want a maxi pad for that? It's from Victoria's Secret!" as she whips out an actual sanitary napkin, much to my horror) also merits the deep-fried Oreos, no? I found that sprinting from masked strangers wielding fake-but-very-believable machetes is incredible cardio.
Actual pumpkin patches seem to be a remnant of my distant childhood for most of the places around me seem to just dump the fruit on the ground and call it a day. If you can get yourself to an authentic patch where you have to whip out a Swiss army knife to cut the suckers from their thorny terra firma, do so. I just walked over to the local mart and picked out a perfectly shaped mini pumpkin from a rustic wheelbarrow….and felt like I was missing a crucial part of the autumnal harvest experience.
But really: screw fitting into your skin-tight Halloween costume and gorge yourself on pumpkin pie-flavored everything like I did with my friend: pumpkin cheesecake milkshakes, pumpkin donuts, pumpkin ale illicitly partaken in the park - because you've got a month to get back on track before Thanksgiving hits.