I have a secret.
A secret that could end friendships, alienate me from family members, and basically make me a social outcast to normal society.
I DON’T LIKE PUMPKIN SPICE!!
*pause for horrified gasps from the reader*
I know, I know, I can’t explain it, but pumpkin and I have never gotten along. Spices, I have no problem with; cinnamon, nutmeg, Ginger… hold on… sorry getting spices mixed up with Spice Girls, but you get the idea.
I mean it’s a gourd people…. A GOURD!! And if the word gourd was to have a taste that matched the grossness, and slightly eroticness, of its name then pumpkin is nailing it.
Hold on… I may have just created a new word… spellcheck is not accepting eroticness and instead is asking if I mean rotisserie, come on spellcheck they’re not even close, get your shit together man!
I’d use Google to see if it’s an actual word… but I’m at work… and I really don’t want those Google search results to be seen by that IT guy. You know the guy I’m talking about, the one whose whole job is to sit in a dark office, probably somewhere down by the boiler room, and track inappropriate work computer searches day in and day out. So let’s just say it’s a new word created by me… YAY!
So with you on this. Pumpkin is gross. The spice is fine.
SPICE UP YOUR LIFE!!!
I’m with you….I don’t really even like pumpkin pie. I would like pumpkin bars if they had an inch of cream cheese frosting on them but plain….no thanks. Pumpkin ice cream….nah, I’ll pass. Pumpkin spice creamer….thanks, but I will chug it down black. I do like the color pumpkin tho not the color of pumpkins. I could live very happily never seeing, tasting or smelling anything pumpkiny for the rest of my life.