Summer is just around the corner, which has given me a terrific excuse to pull out the ice cream maker I got last fall and whip up some (mostly) local ice cream. Not that I needed an excuse, but it’s always nice to have one.
I was never a fan of pumpkin pie growing up. We were an apple or pecan pie family. For reasons I don’t understand now, pumpkin just sounded gross to me. Maybe it was that people always bought us store-made pies that were kind of soggy. (I’ve matured since those days. I know love pumpkin in whatever form someone wants to feed it to me.)