Every year around this time I experience a bit of a seasonal clash. My margarita is cold, downright frosty, and I’m loving the sweet taste of summer nights. My table is decorated with the aromatic sights and smells of pumpkin and the promise of sweater weather, crackling fires and football. Yep, my Pumpkin Pam sideContinue reading “When my pumpkin meets my margarita…”