Maybe it's because Circleville used to be called Round Town that the people of this village are obsessed with pumpkins, which are not exactly round, but come pretty darn close. The annual pumpkin show has been in existence since the early 1900's, with a long history of thousand-pound pumpkins, parades and Pumpkin Queens. We went this year for the first time - a drive through beautiful countryside which we could just make out through the wipers as we drove through a blinding rain - and I was so cranky that I'm not going to say anything more about it, in the small chance that you have always dreamed of making a pilgrimage to this event. I wouldn't want to spoil it for you...Ok, well, let me just say that it was partly hormonal (a carnival is not the best place to be herding children when you are feeling irritable already) and partly disappointment with the sheer quantity of crap being hawked, pushed, paraded, deep fried and powdered with sugar. More pumpkins, I say! More pumpkins! But anyway...
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Looks like the rain didn't dampen the kids' enjoyment!! Hey! I see a sweater for Aunt Carol! And deep fried pumpkin pie??? What the..? That's sacreligious!!(I know, it's misspelled!)
Are those molded pumpkins? Those are incredibly creepy.
Well, I wonder if you found pumpkin doughnuts? cake doughnuts, but pumpkin and spice? I went to this pumpkin festival with my gramma when I was a little kid and she bought me one doughnut. This delicious pumpkin cake doughnut. I have been searching for the same ever since with no luck,
and, I have never made it back there. partly because I am scared of all the junk you speak of trying to ruin my sweet memory.
well, that wasn't actually Esme talking doughnuts with you, it was me.
Tokarz - I'm certain they had pumpkin doughnuts. And pumpkin bread, 17 different kinds of pumpkin pie, deep-fried pumpkin pie, pumpkin waffles (looked horrible), pumpkin butter and what the kids chose to eat were pumpkin whoopie pies, and we had only scratched the surface of the possibilities.
hold onto your memory...
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