The first time I made this recipe the children exclaimed “Pumpkin bread?! EWWWW, gross!” accompanied by gagging noises and melodramatic displays of swooning and expiring. Yesterday, I made it again, salivating at the notion that those loaves (yes, loaves) would be mine, all mine and wouldn’t a slice be fine with a cup of coffee. Yeah, right. My beloved children, the very same that had previously eschewed those wonderful loaves, now hovered over them like a flock of circling vultures eyeing their next meal.
What started out as this:
Is now this…
in less than 24 hours. Mere crumbs and the scent of pumpkin and cinnamon are all that remain. Thank goodness there’s still one loaf left which the mean mom in me wants to squirrel away for herself. But they’re already eyeing it like it’s prime rib and I’ve a feeling loaf #2 isn’t long for this world either. Thanks, Susan in Jerusalem, for the recipe and for 2 new pumpkin bread converts!