Every morning this week, before the eyelids parted, allowing visual stimulation to monopolize my brain, I have thought about…. drum roll…. Pumpkins. Pumpkin soup. Been there done that. Glazed pumpkin bread. Better. Pumpkin custard or pots de crème… hmmmm. Then it hit me, plunging into my thought pattern like an asteroid targeting the earth. Pumpkin bread pudding.