For the longest time I’ve had an irrational fear of processing pumpkins. It just seemed overwhelming. How would I cut them? Why did the guts have to be so gross to deal with?
Then as pumpkin puree climbed to $4 a can, I decided enough was enough.
For the longest time I’ve had an irrational fear of processing pumpkins. It just seemed overwhelming. How would I cut them? Why did the guts have to be so gross to deal with?
Then as pumpkin puree climbed to $4 a can, I decided enough was enough.