Eek! I forgot to mention yesterday what is possibly the most popular indicator of Fall - you know, the one you see in every coffee shop, restaurant, and bakery across the nation.
Yep, I'm talking about that ubiquitous Fall flavor:
Kidding, kidding. We all know the actual flavor of Fall is pumpkin:
Or on the side!
Or just washed down the edges.
And when bakers aren't grossing us out with log-a-riffic "stem" action on their pumpkin cakes, they're busy gleefully spitting in the eye of Mother Nature:
I can just imagine them dramatically twirling their mustachios now:
"Take THAT, nature, with your natural shapes, and your natural colors, and your sickening lack of spikes and crappy silly string. HA. Haha! AHAHAHAHAHAA!!"
"Oh, and I always wanted my pumpkins to have a sphincter, so there."
Now, you might be questioning whether that is actually supposed to be a pumpkin.
First of all, NEVER QUESTION THE JEN.
Lest she speak of herself in the third person.
And second of all, of COURSE it's a pumpkin.
Can't you see that it's orange? And green? And brown?
WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT, YOU UNGRATEFUL PEOPLE PUMPKIN EATERS?
Well, don't you worry; the turkey cakes are coming.
Thanks to Carol W., Rheanne K., Dawn R., Brady, Julie P., Holley R., Jessica S., & Lisa S. for the excuse to type the following: Ermahgourd! Permpkins!