I'm taking a break from all this pie to share the fact that this Twilight obsession? It may have just jumped way over the line.
And, yes, I know it's not even Thanksgiving yet, but already I've had too much pie. Technically, I haven't actually eaten any, but still... it's all pie, all the time.
Much like our apartment is still all cardboard, all the time. (Who else is sick of hearing about cardboard, cardboard, cardboard?)
Okay, before I completely embarrass myself with this Twilight confession, let's talk Thanksgiving dessert.
I'm responsible for ours. Since we go to Utah for Thanksgiving, I prepare as much as I can here so that all I have to do is mix and bake once we're there. Which means I've been measuring and mixing and packing away all of my ingredients for five different pies. In the works:
Pumpkin Pie (naturally)
Pecan Pie (ditto)
Caramel Pecan Pumpkin Pie (because tried it for the first time last year and YUMM)
this Pumpkin Cream Cheese Pie (because I have to try something new)
and Apple Pie (duh)
Like I said. All pie. All the time. For Christmas? I'm making Flan. (Not really, though. I'm not a big fan of jiggly desserts.)
Now I wish I would have thrown something else into the mix, like a cheesecake or even this yummy-looking Pumpkin Cake I found earlier, just to have some variety, but whatev. (Did I mention I recently cleaned out our local grocery store of all it's pumpkin? I heard there's supposed to be a shortage and I sort of panicked.)
Okay, enough stalling. Let's get this over with.
Remember how I said I was going to hang Edward in my kitchen? Well, turns out, the wall I had planned to use was too small. But I quickly found one that worked EVEN BETTER.
There's a short hallway once you pass our kitchen and, on one side, there's a large, blank wall.
Perfect! I thought. It would be just the right location for me to see it, but not so obvious to the people we (never) invite over. (Until they go to the restroom. Then all hell will break loose.)
So, I hung it.
And it stayed there for, oh, a good fifteen minutes.
And then, as I paused to stare at it again, something clicked. I wish I could explain exactly what it was, what my train of thought had been to lead me here, but it was just a realization, suddenly clear, that I have an unnatural obsession with this character. A CHARACTER. I may have recently admitted that Robert Pattinson, the actor, was slowly growing on me, but this isn't about him.
It's Edward. And more. It's Edward and Bella. And their relationship.
And... fuck. What is wrong with me???
Edward has been shoved to the back of my closet. Facing the wall. (Yes, I had to.) (He's lucky he didn't end up in the dumpster.) (Yeah, like I could bring myself to do that.)
Now would be the time to 'fess up and admit that you, too, have experiencing something similar with another fictional character.
Or, it was nice knowing you.
(Happy Thanksgiving, peeps.)