Last weekend, Rob and I shared some delicious mussels that were served in a bowl of the most beautiful blue cheese broth and topped with juicy chunks of pancetta and caramelized onions. They were amazing. Sure I have a lactose intolerance, I thought as I shoved them into my face, but this will be worth it.

Not worth it.

Fast forward to the next morning, where I am waking up with what I have recently begun referring to as a "dairy headache." The room was spinning, I felt nauseated, and I actually ended up leaving brunch before our food even got to the table.

That's it--I am never having dairy again, I thought as I walked back to Rob's apartment to take a nap.

But then fall happened. All week it rained and was chilly, and I wanted a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks, dammit! The truth is that I don't actually even like Pumpkin Spice Lattes (they taste like a bad seasonal candle to me); in my dairy days I was actually more of a Salted Caramel Mocha girl. But when summer ends and the weather and leaves begin to turn, I want something pumpkin just like everyone else and their mother on Twitter.

Last night, I made a Paleo Pumpkin Spice Latte. It's not a big deal or anything, except that it totally is, because it's delicious and doesn't have any milk or sugar or questionable syrups in it, and therefore isn't going to make me sick.

Amen I say to you, fall can happen for real now.