Pumpkin

There's pumpkin coffee, pumpkin bread,
Pumpkin bagels, pumpkin spread,
Pumpkin muffins, pumpkin pie,
Pumpkin ice cream - my, oh, my!

Pumpkin donuts, pumpkin beer, 
Pumpkin pancakes and, I fear,
Soon there will be, oh my gosh,
Pumpkin soap with which to wash.

Everywhere's that pumpkin scent 
Reminding us what's evident -
Summer's heeded its last call
For pumpkin flavors herald fall.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Rigoler Avatar
September 25, 2019 at 12:19 PM
I love al lrecipies tat use pumpkin! Sadly, most Americans eat it as pie or muffins. The French, however, are more inventive; they use it as a simple vegetable or a delicious mildly spicy soup. In our family it was customary to fill a seeded small pumpkin with a hamburg/pork mix flavored with diced onions and a few herbs and spices. It baked in a bain Marie until well cooked. Delicious. / M P.S. Did you forget pumpkin cheesecake and pumpkin mousse?
Allison Avatar
September 21, 2019 at 5:47 PM
Makes me glad I'm in the Uk or I'd feel pumpkined out lol:-) I've yet to try pumpkin pie (I'll have to come to the US to try that lol) but have had pumpkin soup which was surprisingly tasty:-) have a super week:-) hugs jan xx
Leffanta Avatar
September 21, 2019 at 5:05 PM
I think pumpkins were responsible for that pop song, "Big Belly won't you please come home" as pumpkins do herald a season where plump bellies prepare for winter storms. Aloha! Rico
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