I’ve been living in the States for 16 years now and the country still manages to surprise me in wonderful ways.
When I first got here in 1994, I thought it was weird.
Your football wasn’t really played with feet, your television wasn’t commercial-free like the BBC and your news seemed to feature nothing but constant updates on this OJ fella who had sliced up his wife.
But I learned to appreciate all these little quirks and now? Well, anyone will tell you that I’m decidedly more American than I am English.
Well, last week I discovered another fabulous bit of Americana that I’d been missing out on.
I love Thanksgiving and all, but come on. Pumpkin pie? You actually expect me to believe that a pie make from an orange gourd would actually be delicious? Eff off! I’m from the land of Steak-and-Kidney and Eel Pie! I know bad pie when I hear it.
But last week, I went out to lunch with my boss (who is all sorts of an awesome foodie) and I tried pumpkin pie.
And it tasted like magic.
It’s this creamy, comforting hug in the shape of a pie. I love comfort! I love hugs! I love pie!
So, good job America! Your pie of pumpkins? Delightful.
Man, I can’t wait until Thanksgiving….