It all started with this magical homemade pumpkin pie that my co-worker made and shared with us last night before our evening shift commenced. I mean the real deal. Real pumpkin that she mashed by hand, all natural ingredients, etc, etc. It was
de-
lish. I have never tempted such a feat. Until we rolled up at
Chiles Peach Orchard and saw pie pumpkins ripe for the taking. I probably will have some buyers remorse once I actually start cutting into them, but for now,
Kabel's yummy treat is still in my memory bank.
Cazin and Julia each picked a pumpkin for themselves; a mini pumpkin and a 30
pounder, respectively. We can't wait till carving time.
Another beautiful, warm fall day in Crozet
Today
Cazin was scheduled to have school portraits taken. Smiling to myself as I dressed him this morning, I was predicting a myriad of results. 1. No picture. 2. Crying, blank stare, or "please b****" picture. 3. "I'm ignoring the camera" picture. As I picked him up, Miss Betty confirmed how well I know my child. He wouldn't even enter the room. Downright refused. They tried every trick in the book with all of their fancy toys and even thought about fetching Julia from her class to coax him, but nothing worked. I'm still laughing. At least I got a shot of him in his outfit. My tactic: a "pah-
sicle."
It all started with this magical homemade pumpkin pie that my co-worker made and shared with us last night before our evening shift commenced. I mean the real deal. Real pumpkin that she mashed by hand, all natural ingredients, etc, etc. It was de-lish. I have never tempted such a feat. Until we rolled up at Chiles Peach Orchard and saw pie pumpkins ripe for the taking. I probably will have some buyers remorse once I actually start cutting into them, but for now, Kabel's yummy treat is still in my memory bank. Cazin and Julia each picked a pumpkin for themselves; a mini pumpkin and a 30 pounder, respectively. We can't wait till carving time.
Another beautiful, warm fall day in Crozet
Today Cazin was scheduled to have school portraits taken. Smiling to myself as I dressed him this morning, I was predicting a myriad of results. 1. No picture. 2. Crying, blank stare, or "please b****" picture. 3. "I'm ignoring the camera" picture. As I picked him up, Miss Betty confirmed how well I know my child. He wouldn't even enter the room. Downright refused. They tried every trick in the book with all of their fancy toys and even thought about fetching Julia from her class to coax him, but nothing worked. I'm still laughing. At least I got a shot of him in his outfit. My tactic: a "pah-sicle."
3 comments:
You can do it - it isn't that hard. Cut the pumpkin into big chunks and roast it. Scoop it out, blend and Viola! Yummy side dish - pumpkin puree and/or pie. P.S. You can freeze the puree and it is ready for pie anytime. You get a LOT of pumpkin mush from a cooking type pumpkin :-)
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE C'ville in the fall. Keep me posted on the pie (and bring me a slice next time I see you).
Hahahaha! Still laughing about the picture. You gotta appreciate our spirited children. Besides, nothing could be any cuter than the picture you took!
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