Good afternoon.
I was just now reading Tipper's post about
Freezing Pumpkin & Roasting Pumpkin Seeds on the
Blind Pig & The Acorn, and wanted to share a few thoughts about pumpkins.
One of the things I've missed the last few years was the smell of pumpkins baking during the late fall.
When I was growing up, Mom always preserved a few pumpkins to use later for pies, breads, muffins, and probably other things I don't quite remember. I think she used to make pumpkin soup, too, but I'm not sure.
I don't remember Mom boiling the pumpkins. I think she used to bake them the way Tipper describes. In fact, I remember Mom and Pop eating fresh baked pumpkin just the same way they would acorn squash or butternut squash. Hot out of the oven with butter, salt, and a little spice of their choosing. Sometimes a small pumpkin never made it into anything else other than their tummies.
Pop loved to roast all kinds of tasty things, but I don't remember him roasting pumpkin seeds. Mom would roast them, and I enjoyed them almost as much as sunflower seeds. Pop grew up in Tennessee before the chestnut blight destroyed all the chestnuts, and he would often tell us that nothing tasted as good to him as the memory of those roasted chestnuts on a cold winter evening. He still enjoyed roasting walnuts, pecans, and peanuts, though.
It was a running joke in our family that pumpkin pies may not have any pumpkin in them. Mom was known to substitute whatever was available - sweet potatoes, acorn squash, butternut squash, or anything similar - and just call it a pumpkin pie. I was a teenager before I realized that I liked pumpkin pies made out of butternut squash more than I did pumpkin pies made out of pumpkins!
This time of the year, our kitchen would smell great. Mom liked pumpkin bread and pumpkin muffins as much as she did pumpkin pie and always said they were easier to make, especially when she was tired from a long day at work. I always enjoyed a fresh slice of pumpkin bread hot out of the oven with butter melting on it.
I'm not a baker or cook, and if you can't heat it up in a microwave it probably won't get eaten around here. But, now and then, over the last few years when I was caring for Mom, I'd buy a pumpkin pie, heat it in the microwave, put whipped cream on it, and give her a treat on a cold winter night. I don't think they were as good as the pies she made, but she still loved it.
Thanks for sharing Tipper.
JD