Is pumpkin pie a “vile pretender” of a dessert, whose flavor profile hinges upon the spices strewn about the innards of a dissected gourd? Or is it a mouth-watering delicacy that couldn’t possibly be delivered via mail, lest it be gnawed at by “rascally postmasters” and arrive half-eaten?
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Retro Baltimore: The Sun’s views on pumpkin pie shifted dramatically before and after the Civil War
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