Cutting up one pumpkin from scratch is quite enough for me, thank you! Groans -- and I still have one in the mud room waiting to be carved up. Those pumpkins I bought at the end of October had been staring at me everyday as I walked by during the holidays. Since I was on vacation this week, Tuesday I decided it was time to take action. One pumpkin and an hour later . . . .
All joking aside, it was rewarding yesterday to see that deep orange blend with flour and golden raisins, and then to get up this morning and have a slice of pumpkin bread with that morning cup of coffee, happily knowing that the pumpkin didn't come out of a can with who knows what kind of preservatives. Pure pumpkin.
Feeling a little superior and proud of myself--sure! I worked hard to earn that feeling.
Visit this article about how to butcher . . . errr . . . prepare that pumpkin, while I jump right into the recipes.
Pumpkin -- A Pioneer Cook's Treasure
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