Happy accident this morning:
Trent whipped up a batch of batter for pumpkin pancakes and I ended up at the griddle flipping them. They batter was dense, which I remembered from last year, but as the outside cooked the inside stayed pretty soft. While I was waiting for the insides to finish cooking, I tried to find the rest of the pumpkin to put into the fridge. When I found an empty can I realized that Trent put in the entire 15 oz. can of pumpkin instead of the 6 tablespoons called for in the recipe. An error like that is completely out of character for Trent, but it was totally in our favor. Breakfast was basically pumpkin pie sans crust, smothered in Mrs. Butterworth.
Breakfast set the tone for the day.
We ended up skipping actually picking out and purchasing pumpkins in favor of going to eat Mexican food. It was really too hot to wait in the Saturday line to check out. The pumpkin patch plus the tractor plus the playground plus a cupcake from the bake sale overshadowed bringing home a pumpkin anyway and we all left happy. We’ll go back for pumpkins soon.
And fun fact: I was looking up the word pumpky to make sure it wasn’t something filthy and it turns out that in Czech, pumpky means knickerbockers. If you haven’t learned your something new for today yet, there you go.
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