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I have this thing about food being seasonal, which drives my husband crazy.

4th of July Red, White, and Blue Fruit CupFor example: I will not make chicken pot pie in the summer. Chicken pot pie is a fall/winter dish. I don’t even crave it in the summer because it’s just not the right season. I also will not make chili, soup, or casseroles because…it’s too hot for that shit. Pouches of hot apple cider will sit in the pantry until the temperatures drop and I flat out refuse my kid’s random pleas for hot chocolate in July as I give them the, “you must be crazy for asking me for that” look.

4th of July Ice Cream Sandwiches

(It’s still July, so I won’t judge you if you want to make these 4th of July Ice Cream Sandwiches)

Conversely, I will not use barbecue sauce or make hot dogs unless it’s at least 70 degrees outside. I love me some ice cream in the summer, but baked goods are my jam once the sweaters are out. You will also be hard pressed to find me making salads after I break out the pumpkins. Again–not the right season.

Speaking of pumpkin–I love that stuff. I will put pumpkin pie spice Febreeze in every bathroom. I will put pumpkin in every dish imaginable from October 1-November 30. But after that, pumpkin gets kicked to the curb and will not be picked up until next October. As much as I love pumpkin, I don’t even crave it outside of those months, because I’m too busy enjoying my salads and hot dogs.

FBF: This is ARYA as a newborn. How is she almost 4??

FBF: This is ARYA as a newborn. How is she 3 already??

December is time for everything peppermint and gingerbread flavored, and pine and cinnamon scented. In January, all that stuff goes away.

Peppermint Caramel Cookie Dough Christmas Bars

(If you want to pin the recipe for the ooey gooey peppermint deliciousness you see pictured above for December, click here)

Stuff is seasonal, because…it just is. But to me, it makes me appreciate everything a lot more because I only have it certain times of the year. According to my husband, I’m the weirdest person on the planet for being so anal about food and seasons. However he doesn’t cook, so he has to put up with my apparent “weirdness” (read: normalcy).

I also get irritated when stores start pushing the next season halfway through the one we’re in. Nothing is crueler than braving negative degree weather just to see bathing suits and sunblock on display. Really? Now? You’re going to show me this shit now as I warm my frostbitten fingers with my lukewarm breath, since you removed the heater display in lieu of what’s 2 months away??? Halloween is always brought out in the hottest, hellish month of summer, Thanksgiving is always skipped, and Christmas bells can be heard as early as October. SEASONS, PEOPLE! Have some respect for SEASONS! I don’t want to smell pumpkin pie spice wafting from the coffee shops while I’m dripping sweat in August. Please, calm. it. down. It’s okay that seasons only last a short amount of time. Again, it just makes us appreciate it all the more when it’s that time of year.

So today, I get this home decor magazine in the mail with a Halloween preview in the middle of all the patio furniture. My first instinct was what it normally is, and I rolled my eyes as I again pondered why I was looking at this at the end of July. But then as I looked at all the overpriced decorative pumpkins and witch’s hats I started longing for fall. It’s high 90’s for the 3rd day in a row with humidity that sucks the life out of you and makes it feel like it’s well over 100 degrees. Being pregnant in this mess is just pure misery. So it was actually really nice to look at all the Halloween stuff and pretend that I was in a sweater instead of a summer dress and sipping pumpkin pie spice hot apple cider instead of sweet tea. And it really made me crave pumpkin bread. But I can’t make any because I don’t have a single rogue can of pumpkin puree in the pantry, because…

It’s not the right season.

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