Narratives are how we make sense of the world and cope with the experiences we encounter…I feel I have heard some doozies lately. I get it we don’t always see the world the same way as we may recall moments around the holiday dinner table. How can we think so differently from our nearest and dearest? When chronicling a situation, we embellish to tell a story but sometimes we take it too far with outright lies; we go deeper and soon it’s too late there is no turning back. This is the state I feel we are stuck in currently, in a bevy of vain tales that have nothing to do with the responsibility of authoring our lives as a nation and beyond. We are mystified, frustrated and soon not only will we convince ourselves but we will encourage others that our recounting of the experience is how it went down. The more qualified candidates have mysteriously fallen off the charts and now that we let it go its own way we are doled with quite the storytellers. By the time most of the leaves will have fallen to the cold, wet ground, the results will be in but I’m nervous of how the story will unfold. I’m not so worried about the ranting and ravings of a little brat; it’s the consequences of the illusionary rantings and the dormant thinking it will awaken in many. Speaking of little stinkers look at the eponymous photo bomber in my quick clicks of my adventures on a pumpkin farm.He even performed his tiny hiney dance but I did not grant him the honors of documenting his prowess. If I did then he might be on his way to the White House when he is of age.
There is more yet unwritten in this bewitching pursuit to rule the Free World…will it bear any weight on the populace? All the colors of the turning leaves will decompose as one monotonous blend and nourish our land; let’s hope a beautiful story will be told after all.
Pumpkin Seed Milk
Soak pumpkin seeds overnight in water
Drain the water and add fresh water to soaked seeds in blender immersing all the seeds
Soak dates just enough to plump them up and add to blender, I added seven
Shave some nutmeg and blend
Pour into a nut milk bag and squeeze out the liquid, save the pulp to mix in a smoothie or in cake batter
I preferred the milk steamed as opposed to room temperature
Enjoy while watching leaves whimsically swishing side to side and if in the mood swirl in a little brandy.