By Sandra L. Oliver
From SAVEUR Issue #151Every autumn, around mid-September, I start to prowl the garden at my home in Maine, peeking under broad pumpkin leaves to count the fruit for future pies. By October, when my pumpkins, a variety aptly named new england pie, have grown to the size of cantaloupes, I harvest them. They're perfectly portioned, averaging one pie apiece. And so I begin to plot my Thanksgiving baking.
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