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.
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.
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.
They weren't singing....they were just honking.
Glee 2009