I have old, over-corrected eyes, so please take a gander at this label for me. It adorns a box of Pumpkin Spice Cake Mix, or some such treat. Nary a pumpkin seed, nor any other part of the squash, to be seen. The J.M. Smucker Company, which apparently owns Betty Crocker, did package its product in a pretty pumpkin-colored box, though, didn't they?
My cherubs have started singing the praises of the season, in the form of cravings for Pumpkin Spice lattes, bagels, muffins, and the like.
At this point, I always feel compelled to break out my well-worn copy of Fast Food Nation, by Eric Schlosser, the ultimate exposé of greed, grease and grabby corporate executives. I stage a brief "dramatic reading" - you know, the section that details how most of our yummy processed food flavors are generated by chemicals that make us salivate beyond all reasonable ecpectations - which eventually gets the teenagers thinking way more than they want to about what they put in their tummies. Especially when I get to the part about the yogurt flavors created by squashing zillions of over-stuffed Peruvian bugs.
"Eeeeeeeewwwww, make her stop!" ~ One of my journalistas, about to injest said yogurt.