It’s stupid really. It’s not even that much of a deal to be called a crisis, but what do I call it? Identity problem? Identity predicament? So here’s the thing: I live in a country that is predominantly influenced by the United States, from the way we dress, to the way we speak, to how much the fastfood industry thrives over here, down to the books and the English we study. American English. And yet, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, I cannot stop myself from spelling in British English. That’s it actually. Kind of petty isn’t it?
I cannot remember the last time I had Pumpkin Bread. Or to be honest, if I’ve ever had any at all. I know, I know, I’ve been missing out haven’t I? Actually, pureed pumpkin isn’t quite popular locally, and neither are pumpkin pastries. The people here are big on sweet potatoes and bananas in their pastries, mostly. Pumpkin is used only for cooking dishes, most of which involve a little bit of coconut milk. Yum! But when you have thoughts of autumn and Thanksgiving in your mind, happening upon a couple of cans of pumpkin purees reads like a sign. Make pumpkin bread, it said. So I went ahead and made…