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Food Friday

The cooler weather and Fall scented candles in my house are making me crave some yummy pumpkin dishes. This is one of my favorites. We love an ooey gooey butter cake in this family. "Oobies" is our coined term, thanks to Jules making them for Randall when we were dating. He thought that "Oobies" was the name and we loved his name for them so much we renamed it.
I have made this pumpkin version of Paula Deen's several times and it is a huge hit for those who appreciate a pumpkin and a sweet, sinful rich buttery cake.
Ooey Gooey Pumpkin Cake




Ingredients
Cake:
1 (18 1/4-ounce) package yellow cake mix
1 egg
8 tablespoons butter, melted
Filling:
1 (8-ounce) package cream cheese, softened
1 (15-ounce) can pumpkin
3 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla
8 tablespoons butter, melted
1 (16-ounce) box powdered sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon nutmeg
Directions
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
Combine the cake mix, egg, and butter and mix well with an electric mixer. Pat the mixture into the bottom of a lightly greased 13 by 9-inch baking pan.
To make the filling: In a large bowl, beat the cream cheese and pumpkin until smooth. Add the eggs, vanilla, and butter, and beat together. Next, add the powdered sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, and mix well. Spread pumpkin mixture over cake batter and bake for 40 to 50 minutes. Make sure not to over bake as the center should be a little gooey.
Serve with fresh whipped cream.






It is not Food Friday without a photo of the little foodie. He has Croup this week. He has been hanging out with his robe and house shoes on, soaking up some sick days with this Mama and Daddy. He is on the mend now, but still has an ugly little cough. I am ready for my little buddy to be 100% again!

Abby

Comments

Anonymous said…
Oh my goodness, this is making me hungry. I love an ooey gooey butter cake :) I heard that Wal-Mart has started carrying Paula Deen's ooey gooey butter cake and it's already prepared!
Anonymous said…
That above comment was from me, by the way. I forgot to sign my name

Melissa S.
Kelley said…
That sounds so yummy! So sorry to hear Henry isn't feeling well. That croup stuff is bad.

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