Nope, not donuts
Sorry Homer J.
Giddy on up

Pumpkin cornbread muffins came out of the oven last night; I’m not sure if it is the cooler weather or the changing seasons. I feel an incredible need to bake and fill my home with the sweetness of all spice. With this giant full moon lingering about, I also feel the need to curl up in a ball and sob. Go away blue moon, or Betty Crocker and I are going to chase you off with brooms and cackles.