I have a love/hate relationship with pumpkin. My love is rooted in the moisture and pretty orange tint pumpkin provides to my baked goods. When pureed, the winter squash is smooth and slightly viscid, wonderfully mimicking the richness and binding properties typically found only through a hefty combination of butter and eggs. But this copycat act, often comes at a cost, that cost being taste. This brings me to why I hate pumpkin so much. It’s bitter and it’s bland.
On its own, pumpkin tastes horrible. It’s seriously lacking in the flavor department, yet this is also what makes me love it so much. Pumpkin is a blank canvas just begging to be cast with the warmth and aroma of spices, sweet and savory.