Truth can’t get its pants on

Speaking of pumpkin, I see the blogosphere has worked itself into a squash tizzy insisting the stuff in the can is not what it says on the label. Funny that I first heard that apocrypha 25 years ago when I got into food and it took a trip to the pumpkin capital of America to learn that the P word applies to more than things in the shape and color of jack-o’-lanterns. Not every tomato is a plum. Ditto with pumpkin. Better to put that sleuthing urge to good use figuring out what the hell is in those “onion” rings on the green bean casserole.