Hallo-whine Time

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Somebody stole our pumpkins. Somebody stole our pumpkins right off of our front porch! We had seven. Now there are four. I’ve questioned all the current residents here, examined our neighbors’ porches…there is no accounting for them. The only logical conclusion is: They were stolen. (Da da daaaaah!!) A Halloween mystery. A caper.

We could set up a stake-out. Take shifts. Booby-traps! Don’t criminals always return to the scene of the crime? I mean, what kind of sick person steals friendly homegrown pumpkins right off a porch?!

I was in the middle of this self-righteous rant when my sweet Kate answered, “Somebody who is really poor and desperate, Mom.”

Oh.

I guess four pumpkins are plenty. Yes, Jane wasn’t going to carve hers anyways. And as Mary Poppins says, “Enough is as good as a feast.” (Whoever you are, I would’ve given them to you.)

On the pumpkin up side, I finally figured out what to do with that last little bit of leftover pumpkin from the bottom of the can after you make pumpkin bread. Mix it with a little sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg and ginger to make a yummy pumpkin butter to spread on toast. I keep mine in a small mason jar in the fridge. Tastes just like the kind from Trader Joe’s. Yummy.

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