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Originally posted by jali Roasted, huh? For some reason, I've always imagined boiling pumpkin. I'm glad I read your article. I'll bet the house smelled great while the pumpkin was roasting - and then when the bread was baking. That's what I would have thought, too, but it makes sense to roast it when I stop and think about it. Boiling would add extra water and leach out some of the flavor.
Roasted, huh? For some reason, I've always imagined boiling pumpkin. I'm glad I read your article. I'll bet the house smelled great while the pumpkin was roasting - and then when the bread was baking.
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Pumpkins (A Photo Essay) A new story entry has been added: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Pumpkins (A Photo Essay) Occasionally, I get it in my head to experiment with something new. These impulses are usually short-lived and relatively harmless, but during my bouts of activity, I learn all kinds of fascinating things. Earlier this year, I learned that you can make a pretty decent cake from scratch. I also learned how to make cornbread stuffing (from scratch), how to brine turkey, and how to make my own pasta. A different sort of madness possessed me this year. I wanted to learn about pumpkins. Specifically, I wanted to learn how a pumpkin became a delicious, delicious pie. Like so.
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Pumpkins (A Photo Essay)
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