I finally got around to cutting, cleaning, and cooking the two humongous pumpkins I had left over. Zach helped me. At the end, I had 16 little freezer bags, each with 1.5 cups cooked pumpkin. (I never use canned pumpkin, BTW.) And who got the scraps? Sassafras, that's who. My Pink Puppy Princess turns out to like pumpkin. Who'd'a thunk it? Must be part Pumpkin Terrier or something.