"pum-keen" galore

I’m pretty set in my ways when it comes to the right way to cook certain things and usually that means doing it “from scratch.” It’s not really a philosophical position, it’s just the way I learned how. Cooking and eating haven’t been so easy lately though so I have accepted canned pumpkin into my kitchen. Henry loves the stuff and so far in the last month we have had pumpkin cookies, pumpkin pancakes and waffles, pumpkin sauce on pasta, and finally the pumpkin pie. I can’t say I can tell the difference between fresh and canned at all in the pie and man oh man was it quick. I didn’t have to think or plan ahead or break out the food processor. A one-bowl pie is about all I can ask for and a it was a great-tasting one at that. I guess sometimes being flexible has its perks.

This boy loves to cook.

In completely unrelated news, there was just a tiny earthquake in Portland. I thought it was wind rattling the windows but Jason jumped up and proved me wrong within a minute with the help of the glorious internets. It has been a few minutes and he is refreshing the number of responses being reported. If this doesn’t give you some real insight into the person I live with, I don’t know what will.