My Homage to Martha

I woke up this morning late after a night of debauchery at the casino. I thought I should do something wholesome to counterbalance my bacchanalian evening. I decided Dan felt like it too so off we went for the corn maze. We got there and it seemed like a lot of work hungover. He asked if we couldn't just get a pumpkin and call it a day. It didn't take much for me to cave as he reminded me the Packers played at one. First though, I thought we should take the dog on a hike through the falling leaves. An hour later after getting lost, we headed back. 

Now, the Sicilian loves pumpkin pies, and since I'm such an a@@hat for making him kind of go to a corn maze, I decided I'd buy two pumpkins at that market: one for carving what will be a ridiculously bad-looking decoration and the other for making a pie out of scratch. Ambitious right? Exactly. Dumb as f*ck considering they sell cans of this sh*t or pies already made.

So I'm not going into the recipe for you. Use your Google machine like a normal person. I will show you pictures though, to inspire confidence. You can do it, sure, but it takes wayyyy longer than if you were to just purchase the damned thing pre-made. Three hours later and a lot of f*cking swearing, these little bastards were ready. I mean, I even did the crusts from scratch. 

Let me tell you, Dan was ecstatic and the Packers won so I guess it was a good day.

Not to be wasteful by the way, I roasted the seeds with olive oil and salt so Dan could eat. I forgot to feed him during all of this and he's helpless without me.

What's my point? Oh yeah...this is amazing with spiked cider, Pure Cider, or Possman's cider. We bought apple cider at the harvest farm area and of course added some trusty Busted Barrel Rum on the hike. I mean at home. We drank spiked cider at home. You know what? Shut up. We were hungover. What did you do today?

Anyway, the Broncos game is about to start so I gotta go. Also I'm too drunk to write anything else.