Recently, a college roommate visited my hometown, and together, we crossed quite a few things off my autumn to-do list.
The fall air, as it gets crisper, is something so magical and also what I believe definitely ushers in the fall season. It's as though the drop in temperature coupled with the change in barometric pressure gives me an extra burst of motivation that helps me see through the pending holiday season and the end of the year. As such, I'm a big fan of easy little 3-mile trails in my local park where I can properly enjoy the sounds of nature and my company while unplugging completely (pumpkin spice latte optional).
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.
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.
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