Friday, November 02, 2007

I like pumpkins

A colleague at a reception this late afternoon told me he doesn't like pumpkins. He doesn't like pumpkin pie. He doesn't like pumpkin anything.

Now, I don't understand this. I like pumpkins. I write this every year at about this time. I love fall. I love the increasing availability of all things pumpkin.

Which is why, you see, I've been bidding all week on an Alsatian feast.

Every year the graduate student organization here at MU hold a fund-raising online auction. Last year I got the most delicious cookies ever. This year, I set my sights on a feast promising pumpkin custard as dessert.

We were encouraged to take pseudonyms. Mine is the perhaps all too obvious: Aspasia. My nemesis in the bid for the pumpkin-finaled feast? Oracle. Pretty funny, huh?

I think I may have won. Rhetoric over prophesy.

4 comments:

Michelle | Bleeding Espresso said...

I'm with you on the pumpkin thing; I'm an American expat in southern Italy, though, and believe it or not, real pumpkins are hard to find...lots o' squash, which is cool, but it's not a pumpkin. Eat some for me, would you?

Btw, I found you through the NaBloPoMo randomizer...lucky me :)

nattering natalie said...

I adore pumpkins, especially the smell of the inside of pumpkins. I don't know why but it is very refreshing to me. Like Sognatrice, I also found your blog through NaBloPoMo!

The Audball said...

I'm yet another person who found your blog through NaBloPoMo. I love pumpkins in the fall - pumpkin lattes, pumpkin ice cream, pumpkin muffins... Also, did you ever notice that if you type "pumpkin" too many times it stops looking like a word?

Donna said...

Thanks, everyone, for stopping by!