1.0Elizabeth's Kitchen Diaryhttps://www.elizabethskitchendiary.co.ukElizabethhttps://www.elizabethskitchendiary.co.uk/author/elizabeth/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="CqCXspMMoH"><a href="https://www.elizabethskitchendiary.co.uk/pumpkin-loaf/">Pumpkin Loaf</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.elizabethskitchendiary.co.uk/pumpkin-loaf/embed/#?secret=CqCXspMMoH" width="600" height="338" title="“Pumpkin Loaf” — Elizabeth's Kitchen Diary" data-secret="CqCXspMMoH" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); /* ]]> */ </script> https://www.elizabethskitchendiary.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/pumpkin-bread-1.jpg709531Nearly twenty years ago I sat at my grandmother’s dining room table in rural Eastern Canada scoffing slabs of home made pumpkin bread thick with butter and chatting about this, that and the other thing, as granddaughters are wont to do with their grandmothers.