It’s truly been a bake sale weekend in Shaw. I guess in part it’s because of the cool weather, in part because of Gabe being out of town and in part because it’s basically the start of the holiday season. Whatever my justifications are, I have spent nearly every waking hour this weekend, in the kitchen. Of course, though, I was graced with a snafu or two. Such is life.
I actually got so carried away, that my photo-taking was quite limited. Instead of the usual play-by-play, it seems the best I can do is take collective photos after the fact.
So as the weekend concludes here is what is on my sacrificial offering table: gallons of pumpkin butter (well… I’m not sure it’s gallons per say, but its a whole lot of pumpkin butter), a peck of apples peeled, sliced and frozen, mollasses turkey cookies with butter cream icing(they are just cut out as turkeys, don’t start thinking something nasty), butternut squash-sage-spinach lasagna, 2 trays of spiced pumpkin seeds and a pumpkin praline pie.
Catching up on last weekend’s get away, some photos of the beautiful Shenandoah National Park in Virginia mountain country are definitely required. So glad I was able to get out there while fall was still in full swing!
After getting 11 pumpkins last week, it was about time to finally start using them up. And on such a frigid holiday, work-less afternoon, a nice slice of pumpkin pie sounds just about perfect.
I started the afternoon off with baking 2 pumpkins then pureeing them, putting all of you canned pumpkin users to shame. Yeah, I went there. My mood was so great, little could stop it… except for a rotten pumpkin.
The first orange beauty that I chose fell from my hands as soon as I stepped into the kitchen and splat, all over the floor. And in case the tenderness was not enough of a sign of its rancidity, the disgusting smell of death that was suddenly filling my kitchen was. Fighting off Sophia from eating it, I was able to scoop it up and get rid of, all while hoping that this was just one bad seed among the lot.
After last week’s massive haul from the apple orchard, I decided it was finally time to start baking these babies away. Out of laziness, I just went for some of the huge apples I got (hmmm I wish I remembered what they were called). Instead of the normal 5-6 apples for a pie, I only had to use 3 of these and it was still almost too much.
An important disclaimer: Another motivation for me was, finally, getting a new food processor over the weekend and wanted and excuse to use it.
After having many a problem with blenders/ food processors over the years, I finally gave in and made the jump towards getting a nice, good quality one. Hopefully this beauty is with me for a while.