I think I had a lot more energy then.
So here's the recipe and rhyme again, in honor of the fact that I baked today. And it was good.
Others may find their joy in turkey, tom and hen
But I will not willingly follow them
My love is too pure, my taste too refined
There is only one Autumn flavor, sublime
Containing just 1 3/4 cup of flour
Should one wish to bake for an hour
Just a 1/2 cup each of brown and white sugar
Stirring to make a batter merger
And spices, oh delightful spices!
Bringing your sweet aromas, innocent vices
A teaspoon of cinnamon, a half teaspoon of ginger
Skip across our tongues and linger
A half teaspoon of nutmeg, another of cloves
Bring children running to the kitchen in droves
The leavening magic of a teaspoon of baking soda,
A quarter of baking powder, almost to the coda
A teaspoon of salt, 2 eggs, a half cup melted butter
Render me helpless, bringing a delighted shudder
And then the crowning glory, one cup pumpkin
Six ounces butterscotch chips, appetite a'workin'
So to you, my Pumpkin Bread
I choose you instead
Over all the hype and turkey mania
Of the Thanksgiving table paraphenailia
The Pumpkin Poet Laureate,