My wife will only make pumpkin pie from fresh pumpkin. I suggested buying a couple cans of pumpking instead and I thought she was going to ask me for a divorce!
A lot of sweat goes into it, but man, some of her pie with good vanilla ice cream… words can’t describe how good it is.
Somebody out there probably does… but why bother when Vanilla complements it so well!
Work is done for me in 3 minutes, I keep going back to this post and getting hungrier and hungrier! When I get home I am heading straight for the fridge for leftovers from the pie responsible for starting this thread! YUM!
Well I am here with my Pie leftovers (almost a quarter pie!!!) but not only was there pie… Oh no… a magical creation from the good people at Sara Lee… Pumpkin Cake! Man I tell ya, it’s not as good as Pumpkin pie, don’t get me wrong, but it’s still pretty great! I’m gonna finish this pie, then work on finishing BOTH of the pumpkin cakes sitting in my kitchen! It’s like someone knew I was on my way home with a craving for pumpkin! Woo HOO!
Good heavens… do they! Get thee to a Baskin Robbins. (Sometimes they tinker with their pumpkin ice cream… and its nast…) But if they have plain pumpkin or better yet pumpkin pie ice cream… it’s awesome! They probably won’t have it until November though (I used to work for a BR… this stuff was one of the flavors that got the most “employee tastes” )
When the wind is howling out of the northwest at 30 mph and the only wind break is the water tower at Fargo ND, and its 20 below, and its 5:30 in the morning, and dawn is two hours away, and the snow is two feet deep on the level, what is it that makes you get up and get out to milk the cows and feed the hogs and get the kids up to get on the bus to school and scrape the frost off the car windows and go the another day of drudgery trying to keep idiots in line and maybe teach them something in the process? It is one thing and one thing only. It is a piece of cold pumpkin pie eaten over the sink, followed by a cup of yesterday’s bitter black coffee, microwaved to a scalding temperature just shy of actually boiling. This is the modern Upper Midwest’s iron ration. But for pumpkin pie and black coffee the whole country would look like South Jersey.
Sweet potato pie? That weak sister. That abomination of pudding texture and cardboard taste. No North Woods Pinery was leveled by brawny Swedes fueled by sweet potatoes. No, those old time lumberjacks ate pumpkin pie by the slab, and they ate it frozen at noon and they chased it with red eye whiskey at night. These were men who stirred their coffee with their thumb. They, by God, were pumpkin pie eaters.
Gawd, Spavined Gelding, that post just makes me proud to be a 'Merrican.
BTW, I have fond memories of pumpkin ice cream at Herrell’s in Northampton, MA. Haven’t been back there in 10 years, but I still salivate at the thought of the place. (For those of you familiar with the “Steve’s” ice cream chain, Steve Herrell founded “Steve’s”, and after selling the franchise eventually got back into the buisiness by opening Herrells.
I know that I heard somewhere on the radio about a scientific study that found the scent of pumpkin pie arouses men more than any other known food smell. I have no idea why this would be, or who did this alleged study.