This roasted almond pecan pumpkin butter is the perfect fall treat. Spread it on bread, top oatmeal with it or eat it by the spoonful!
I think my brain is going through some sort phase. Either that or I’m suffering from early onset dementia. I have been forgetting how to do things left and right. This isn’t some I forgot to get the mail or I forgot that client’s name kind of thing. No, this is much bigger than that. Like physically forgetting how to do something. Case in point? Jump rope like a normal person. The other day we had to do 3 rounds of 50 singles (aka: normal jump roping) as a warm up and I was tripping over the rope like I was 5 drinks in or something. Couldn’t get the rhythm down to save my life. I learned how to do double unders and apparently that came at the expense of jumping over a rope like a normal person. Then on Tuesday, we learned the basics of a butterfly pullup. I tried it, was actually somewhat successful at my 15 or so attempts and then moved on to our wod which included 100 pullups. Since I’m not 100% at the butterfly yet, I reverted to kipping pullups. You know, the ones I just wrote about finally getting. Except I got to the bar and couldn’t, for the life of me, string any together. Like my brain had just erased the last 3 months of work learning how to do those. So bizarre. By number 85 or so, it finally recovered only then I was so exhausted from the frustration (and the 85 pullups) that the last 15 sucked anyway.
I’m blaming whatever this recent brain disorder is on why it’s taken me this long into fall to break open the pumpkin butter.
Because it’s the only thing that makes sense when I try to come up with a valid reason (which doesn’t exist).
Want to know what’s better than regular pumpkin butter? Pumpkin nut butter.
It’s thicker than the jam like consistency of pumpkin butter but not nearly as close to the un-spreadable end of the regular nut butter spectrum. Basically, it’s perfect in that spread it on everything type of way. And it tastes like fall exploded in your mouth.
I’m hoping my brain doesn’t forget that again anytime soon. Or anything else for that matter because at this rate I’m picturing myself sitting in the car in the driveway staring at the key like “what now?” That could be awkward.