Nothing says fall like a pumpkin. Growing up I was only a fan of the carved creations. Of Pie and seeds I had no need. Then I went to celebrate my first Thanksgiving in England and felt obliged to serve pumpkin pie for dessert. That proved quite the challenge. No cans of Libby's pie filling could be found anywhere. My only choice was to use the pumpkin Val, at the green grocers down the street, had conjured up. After a call to my Grandmother for instructions, the effort proved a revelation. It was the most amazing pie I had ever tasted. I have been a pumpkin lover ever since. The key to the best tasting ones is knowing how to pick them.