If you are afraid to try something new with pumpkin for the sheer and utter fear that you will soon be addicted to yet one more pumpkin recipe, then run now while you still can. This recipe for these soft and fluffy pumpkin whoopie pies might totally take the cake (pun obviously intended), may be the big pumpkin Kahuna, and will in one bite convince you that perhaps pumpkin is the new chocolate!
Escapism. Everyone needs it now and then. A time and place to let go of what’s on your mind and just be in the moment. For a lot of people, it’s running…that feeling of being “in the zone”, for others it’s a hot bath and wine. For me it’s baking. And when Friday rolled around, I knew I needed to get cooking so I broke out a can of pumpkin puree and began my escape.
Breakfast is the best meal of the day as far as I am concerned. For a sweet toothed baker like myself it is an excuse to rightfully eat dessert as a meal. Pumpkin pancakes are no exception.
I am not confused. It is not fall here nor most likely where you are either which is especially apparent if you are under five feet of snow. But who says that pumpkin anything must be reserved for Fall? We don’t reserve wonderful things like chocolate nor vanilla beans for one season. Yes, the argument perhaps is that pumpkins are not growing right now, and ideally we should use ingredients that grow locally and are fresh, but sometimes we just may happen to have a left over can (or 10…I stockpile) of organic pumpkin puree that needs to be used.
No this post is not about a single gal’s lonely Thanksgiving for one…and if I have just insulted you…I am sorry. Instead, this is one of those brilliant accidents. Although, it’s not quite as good as the accidental invention of Ivory soap, but it’s a great idea nonetheless.
I have bad news for you my friend. You may want to sit down for this and have smelling salts readily available —Food blogging is NOT the way to a slimmer YOU.
Yes, those of you good girls like Lisa at Smart Food and Fit, Linda at Savoring Every Bite and Ann at Cooking Healthy for Me, may be able to pull it off, but I can’t say that food blogging and trim and fit typically go hand in hand. Am I right or am I right? High fives all around (I have tested out Hollah and am not really a Hollah type of girl—I am a product of the 80′s and that pretty much sums it up). Continue Reading →
First of all, you are probably now asking yourself two things…1)What makes THIS pumpkin bread pudding so extraordinary?and 2) What the HECK is a gongoozler? I will proceed to explain both if you are patient.
Lately, I am concerned about my sanity or rather lack there of. I can’t seem to stop the pumpkin posts. Yes, I know you are done with them and I know I should be done with them but I’m not, and I don’t think I CAN stop.
This photo provided to you by Zoie, my 13 year old daughter.
These soft, citrus-y pumpkin cupcakes with cinnamon and nutmeg spiced butter cream are definitely worth squandering my sanity over. No question about it, but I DO have to wonder….WHY can’t I seem to pull myself AWAY from the pumpkins?! It’s odd at best. Continue Reading →
Hello Fall,
Nice of you to stop by for maybe a minute or so. Was I not welcoming enough? Did my three batches of pumpkin cookies, one batch of pumpkin muffins and my huge pot of sweet potato soup not convince you to stay?!
Well, too darn bad! Because I am going to push onward and continue to whip up Fall dishes like this earthy maple glazed pumpkin salad despite your stealthy escape. I am going to win you over…I am sure of it. As sure as I am of loving chocolate and hating Mondays, I am positive that I can get you to plant yourself for at least a couple of months…illusiveness aside. Continue Reading →
Once again I am being tormented by my mother’s homegrown pumpkins. What? Have you never been tormented by a pumpkin? It’s a rather common occurrence over here. I know you and I have had this conversation before.
The scenario is always the same…a beautiful bright orange pumpkin has been bestowed upon me from my mother’s overflowing garden, and it sits on my counter waiting, waiting, more waiting —until the decision has been made and the perfect use of this pumpkin comes to me like a vision. Continue Reading →
