Pumpkin. Oh pumpkin. It’s inevitable this time of year. Is it possible to make it through these few months without seeing pumpkin in everything? I doubt it. Pumpkin pie, cheesecake, pot de crème. Pumpkin soup, ravioli. You find it bruléed and puréed. See it roasted and toasted. (I’m on a roll here.) And the thing is … I’m kind of indifferent to it all. Pumpkin schmumpkin. That said, it’s odd that to this day I still crave one particular thing that I haven’t had in easily 20 years. Smitty’s pumpkin spice donuts. My kingdom for one of those donuts.
Every summer, a group of friends and I head up to a cabin in Wisconsin for a much needed, long awaited weekend of … not a hell of a lot. That’s the whole point. It’s a uniquely nutty place that I’ve come to really enjoy, despite the fact that the plumbing is rather unusual, the weather usually stinks and I turn into a complete slug. In fact, we’ve created our own verb to describe the trip. We go “cabining” and it is fantastic. 
STRESSCAKE 