Today is Halloween and for me, this is the beginning of the holiday season. After we nom on all the candy today, then I have three weeks to prepare for the very best holiday of all holidays on the calendar: Thanksgiving.
I love food, both cooking it and eating it. I love football. I love days off from work. I love shopping. And I love decorating for Christmas. And in the four days of the Thanksgiving weekend I get to do all of those things.
OMG all holidays should be four days. Agree?
And with Thanksgiving we officially begin the pecan pie season. Pecan. Pie.
I need a moment of silence to dwell on that.
Now, trying to lose weight while being surrounded by the greatest dessert in the world is tricky. Yes, I am well aware that pecan pies exist during the other months of the years, but in November they begin to proliferate. They are everywhere. And they call to me.
What could be more perfect than toasted pecan, greatest legume on the planet, afloat on a cushion of sugary custard and resting in a flaky crust. The very best pecan pies also include chocolate chips.
And then I make happy in my pants.
And then my pants don’t fit so good anymore. Why is everything that I really love so damn bad for me. Everything.
Not everyone, though. My hubby? I love him more than life itself and he’s very good for me.
The point to this post? Besides declaring my utter love for pecan pie? If I just get it out there, if I know going in that I just have to have some pecan pie to make my holidays nice and bright, then I can plan for it and hopefully not go too far over the edge.
Skip the cookies on the counter at work. There’s pecan pie at home. With chocolate chips.
And if I am really, really good…there is also Starbucks Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate. Damn that stuff is cocoa on crack. So good. And I’ll bet it would be DELIGHTFUL with a piece of chocolate pecan pie.
I gotta go change my pants.
