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Anytime Pumpkin Bars

All things pumpkin, errr at least pumpkin bars. Yeah, Pumpkin Bars are all the pumpkin I need come fall. The only problem (if one would call it a problem) is that I call these bad boys dessert AND a sweet morning treat with black coffee. So I guess you could say these are a breakfast pastry, midday snack, and dessert all in one! For that reason I will call them anytime Pumpkin Bars. I have given this recipe out countless times so why not make it easier for everyone and have it here! Now to decide if I should day you’re welcome or I’m sorry 🤷🏽‍♀️ Anytime Pumpkin Bars Ingredients: 4 eggs 1 c. vegetable oil 2 c. granulated sugar 1-15 oz. can pumpkin purée 2 c. flour 2 tsp. baking powder 1 tsp. baking soda 1/2 tsp. salt 2 tsp. cinnamon 1/2 tsp. ginger 1/2 tsp. clover 1/2 tsp. nutmeg Frosting: 6 oz. cream cheese, room temperature 3/4 stick butter 1 Tbsp. milk 1 tsp. vanilla 4 c. powdered sugar Preheat oven to 350°. Grease and flour 12x18 pan. Mix first four ingredi
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