Awhi farm : Food : Pumpkin pie

We harvested a pile of pumpkins. The frost had wiped out all the leaves so there was no point leaving them out in the fields.

I remembered a pumpkin pie that my Uncle Gary had recently made on a whim. The German girl and I were preparing dinner for the camp that night, so we decided to dig up a recipe online, and we made it for the evening meals desert.

www.taste.com.au/recipes/6226/pumpkin+pie

Our first attempt was OK  but the centre didn't really set properly when it was baked in the wood fired oven.
When a pudding or cake doesn't quite workout on Awhi farm, we make the best of it by calling it 'self saucing' and scoffing it down anyway.

There was some sweet pumpkin filling left over, so the next day we had a second run at baking the pie.

While I built the fire up in the oven, the German girl took to the role of domestic hausfrau  goddess, whipping up a second base which we 'blind baked' before pouring in the filling,

There was a lot of heat giving off by the embers, so I sat the pie in the mouth of the oven, spinning it forty-five degrees every so often while the rain beat down on the iron roof of the camp kitchen.

I eventually got bored and left the pie in the care of the German girl. She settled in to read her book in the cone of warmth that was thrown out of the mouth of the oven.

I came back two hours later. The pie which she had turned every ten minutes while I was gone, was done.

We left it to cool before dinner and it was a great success.