When Ashlee said that she was going to make a homemade pumpkin pie, her words hadn't even had time to settle in before I was asking for one too. Saturday late morning, there was a knock on the side door and there was our Ashlee with a pumpkin pie hidden behind her, freshly baked and warm. A few hours later, it was room temperature and had little beads of sweat... so perfect for eating, a slice here and there throughout the weekend. I believe I nearly ate the whole thing myself. This time, she added little acorns to her leaves on the crust. As beautiful as it is yummy!