Silken was the frosted air, rushing through the trees, quaking every leaf as the ripened sun flickered through the canopy. A shower of crimson, gold, and tangerine foliage glided through the cloudless, turquoise sky, gathering underfoot, mirroring the trees…

  The landscape was not the chiseled, cold marble of January pasts, but rather a tepid, uninspired medium that seemed drab, soggy and malleable.  It was in a word, depressing.  As we fight off the winter blues, recover from the holiday season, and…

  Silken was the frosted air, rushing through the trees, quaking every leaf as the ripened, caramelized sun flickered through the canopy.   A shower of crimson, gold, and tangerine foliage glided through the cloudless, turquoise sky, gathering  underfoot, mirroring the trees above….

It’s true.  I own a cookbook dedicated entirely to pumpkin, and I’ve been using it on a very regular basis for several years.  Pumpkin, as it turns out, can be added to almost anything.  It really doesn’t have much flavor. …