Who Hates Pumpkin??

Here is my obligatory picture of some bread I made the other evening. 

Because I'm a homemaker now and that's apparently what we do: we make food from scratch and then we share *pretty* pictures of it. 

In reality we're just on an extremely tight budget and I love the smell of fresh bread wafting throughout my house. 

Nevermind Hubby apparently loves homemade bread as nearly the entire loaf will utterly disappear within an hour of him walking in the door in the evening.

(Yes, I understand protocol requires a picture of the bread sliced very neatly; but eh -- it was already pushing 8 o'clock and I was ready to clock out for the day. So, this is as good as it's gonna get.)

In the name of fall (it is halfway through October already -- yikes!) I took that $5 I saved on bread so far this month and bought a couple cans of pumpkin and -- voila!

My first-ever pumpkin pie!

(Not one word about my faulty crust. I had no idea that was the hard part.)

As I'm pulling the pie out of the oven I suddenly remember a conversation Hubby and I had last fall when I made my favorite pumpkin bread:

*Bouncing him out of bed bright and early* "I made pumpkin bread for breakfast! Surprise!! I'm such a good wife."

"I hate pumpkin."

..................................killjoy.

I have to watch my sugar intake when I'm pregnant, and Mason is no exception so far (BOY, is he no exception!). I was about to despair at wasted pumpkin, envisioning the mold growing on my pie within a few days as I should obviously not eat an entire pumpkin pie (and gallon of vanilla ice cream) by myself -- until I remembered I was taking dinner to some new friends who very recently welcomed their first child into the world. I sent a quick text their way, asking if they liked pumpkin. (Because apparently the love of all things pumpkin is not universal. Thank you, husband, for educating me so bluntly.)

My friend soon responded with the fact her husband would eat anything (you would think that would be universal as well -- husbands that eat anything); but she herself had never actually had pumpkin pie.

Talk about pressure. And did you even see that crust?

Nevertheless, later that evening as Katie and I were packing up the dinner box to take on over, I closed my eyes and served up two pieces to be taken anyway.

Anna, I'm sorry if I've ruined your first pumpkin pie experience. Please don't define your taste according to my first-ever pie. Extend some grace -- I'm only learning.

Cody, I'm sorry if I poisoned you.

Hubby, I can't believe you go so far as to hate pumpkin. What kind of monster are you? Killjoy.

Just fyi: Katie approves. Especially of the accompanying ice cream.

Glad to know I'm not going to be the only pumpkin-lover in the house.