What I’ve found myself really missing lately is the way America does fall. Here, they acknowledge the season of autumn, but oh-so-subtly. Americans LOVE fall. The day after Labor Day, the pumpkins and Halloween decorations come out at the stores.
My Instagram feed blows up with pictures of hiking through colorful leaves, trips to the pumpkin patch, hayrides, apple picking, pumpkin spice lattes… and I miss it all. I’ve got my fall decorations up around the house, but I have yet to see a single gourd on a porch or Halloween decoration in a window.
I’ve asked lots of the local mums about if and how they celebrate Halloween, and it seems like people DO celebrate it in this area and there is some trick-or-treating on our street, but it’s just not nearly as big as in the States. I’ve also heard (and I’m not sure how true this is) that when kids do dress up in costumes, it’s usually your classic Halloween characters: witches, pumpkins, ghosts, etc. E really wants to be Dory, so she may be the only fish in the sea.
Another child was over at our house last week and saw E’s new Halloween plate (a big thank you to my MIL for sending us a little piece of the Target seasonal section!), and asked if it was Halloween. Her mum said no, it’s way too early. Too early? ALL OF OCTOBER IS HALLOWEEN MONTH, THAT’S JUST A FACT, ASK A SCIENTIST.
I broke out my Ugg boots this week, as it’s finally chilly enough for them, and at eight months pregnant, I am all for wearing the most comfortable things possible. Another mum at nursery school dropoff actually said to me, “Nice boots, expecting snow?” Honey, please, obviously you can’t actually wear Uggs in the snow.
And I certainly miss the seasonal foods. I miss the honeycrisp apples at the farmers’ market, and baking everything I can think of that starts with a can of pumpkin puree. I have been baking loaf after loaf of banana bread and batches of zucchini (“courgette”) muffins in a vain attempt to quench my craving for pumpkin muffins, but it’s not working. So today I took a bus to a grocery store called Partridge’s, near Sloane Square, which was rumored to have cans of pumpkin, which I have not been able to find anywhere.
Partridge’s has a large American foods section, mostly junk food, all expensive.
I love me some Skippy peanut butter, but holy moly, $13.50 for one jar? I think we should start asking anyone who visits us from the States to bring one suitcase full of Costco-size jars of Skippy, and then we can resell it to expats for £8.99, undercutting the competition, and make a fortune. Peanut butter imports will be my new business. Who’s in?