A big box of pumpkin goodness was on my doorstep the other day when I came home from work. My sister Dottie knows I am a pumpkin lover, and when she see's an item (or 6) she thinks it will be important for me to try, she sends them my way. All the way from New Mexico. That's what sisters do.
Happily, this week I am in the company of other pumpkin lovers, including some who likely don't know yet they are going to turn into pumpkin lovers. It's in their genes though, from multiple sources. This will be a perfect opportunity to let them know it's okay, and to do a tasting of products.
I almost left the pumpkin biscotti at home, reserving them only for myself, because they were that good. But I did not. This will allow the young tasters to discern between a pumpkin "keeper" and something they won't need to try again. I take my tastebud shaping responsibilities seriously.