Baked Pumpkin Cake Donuts

I took my first final of the semester yesterday.

Whew.

Especially whew because, um, I thought my exam was three hours and found out as the proctor was telling us the exam instructions that, no, it was in fact a four hour test. That’s a nice(?) surprise. Thanks to the parking gods for not giving me a ticket even though I only paid for three hours of parking, not four.

Since my first final was yesterday, my first test ritual of the semester also occurred yesterday. Test rituals are weird. But everyone totally has one. And they’re all totally psycho (in the best way promise).

Pumpkin Cake with Almond Butter Frosting

Let’s just state the obvious and get that out of the way.  I love science.  And learning.

But.  That being said, there are some things that I would prefer remain a mystery.  Things I hope no one ever explains to me.  I’m putting this list out there in public to avoid the same devastation I experienced upon learning that baby carrots are not, in fact, tiny carrots that grow with tiny carrot tops on a tiny carrot farm.

Pumpkin Whoopie Pies with Cream Cheese Frosting

Happy time between Christmas and New Years!

I’ve been busy. Doing things that are important. Clearly.

These whoopie pies are merely one of those things.

Pumpkin Bread

My life has taken a turn for the weird…or I guess the weirder.

Two weeks ago I dressed up as the Swedish Chef for Halloween.  Giant eyebrows and all.

I have spent the entire past week dissecting…uh…stuff…down there.  Everyday is an adventure.

Pumpkin S’mores Blondies

Hannah here, writing to you from a deep deep hole of sports depression.

As you know from CNN “breaking news” updates, Kate’s last post, and the Dick’s Sporting Goods commercial that aired in error yesterday encouraging me to go buy Rangers World Series Champions t-shirts…this has not been the easiest weekend for Texas Rangers fans.

Pumpkin Mac & Cheese

I’ve been a Texas Rangers fan for basically my whole life. Over 15 years fosho.

If you’ve followed the Rangers at all throughout the years, you know that there were (a lot of) times when things were pretty ugly. Like 30-games-behind-first-place-by-July ugly. But, man, it didn’t matter to me. There was never and still isn’t anything that tops going to the Ballpark in Arlington and watching a baseball game with my daddy. I love the Rangers’ organization with all my heart, and my love has only intensified over the years.

When they started to win, man, did I feel validated.

And when they lost the World Series two years in a row, man, did I feel crushed.