It’s sort of amazing how one never grows up.
It hit me like a bolt of lightning when my mother asked me to bake a pumpkin crisp for Thanksgiving.
Although at first glimpse, I’m a graying senior citizen, when it comes to my family, I’m still the youngest and the family kitchen was always pretty crowded.
I couldn’t remember her ever asking me to cook anything. So this dish took on epic proportions, starting with the fact that I’d never heard of it.
My sister Juanita provided a pumpkin; my niece Jada suggested looking up the recipe on the internet, my sister Marie offered use of her kitchen (with trepidation) and I got to carving.
Following the recipe didn’t completely work out, so I improvised and think I’ve made a presentable showing, with a little technical assistance from master baker John Akins.