Roadkill Pie
Several years ago, one of my aunts commented that she used to go out the day after Halloween and gather up the smashed pumpkins around her neighborhood to make pie. Since I got married, the orange squash has graced my table in celebration of All Saint’s each year, typically in pie form. Growing up in the South though (and in a rural section at that) did seem to require poking some fun. Hence the name “Roadkill Pie” even though the idea of actually scraping pumpkin from the road grosses me out (I always use canned). This year, as I was making the sausage roll-ups and cookies and had a knitting workshop, I cheated and used pre-made pie crusts. I don’t think anyone around here will care.