Pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin!
This. I made this. I made it because I’m the worst sick person in the world. I don’t know how to sit still, I get bored easily, and I’m dreaming about food. Fevers make me an animal. A restless, non-cooperative baby.
Also, it was delicious, I could pronounce all the ingredients, I don’t feel like caca after drinking it, and it cost me about $.75 to make. Maybe. I’m pretty sure I’m over-estimating there. You read that, right?! Seventy-five cents! Pretty sure you’ll pay over $5 at the ‘Bux, but that’s none of my business.
Either way, know this, there is a great sense of accomplishment in making your own food, outwitting the food industry, unlocking the code to great taste, and enjoying your own creation. The reason I share with you, is that there is also a great deal of love that goes into it and I enjoy spreading…
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