Anyone who knows me know that I have a distain for cinnamon. It makes me sick. I hate the look and smell of it. I hate the word, even. I don't like cinnamon's little spice cousins: ginger, cloves, nutmeg, etc. As you can imagine, this time of the year is h-e-doubles for me when it comes to my cinnamon hatred. For the second time in our marriage I was able to cover my nose with my shirt and bake Jackson a fresh pumpkin pie. I would not do this kind act if I didn't truly love this man. It was a wretched experience, yet again. On the plus side Jackson says it is the best looking pie he has even seen. Perhaps he's just kissing up because my whole condo has the stinch of pumpkin pie. Who knows?!
Happy Thanksgiving! :)
1 comment:
that is love. have a great thanksgiving and know we are thankful for you in our family
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