I have a not-so-secret, deep-set, bordering-on-the-obsessive love for pumpkin. Yes, I know it’s unoriginal, and that half of the country is also obsessed with pumpkins (mostly the female half). But I don’t care. I love how pumpkin spices up so well to make it taste exactly like fall. I love how it keeps things moist and gives baked goods this nice warm orange colour. I love that it gives me something to look forwards to when the sun decides it’s done with us and it’ll see us next year (thanks, Pacific Northwest).