Pumpkin Butter Cake

There’s a reason this Pumpkin Butter Cake disappears faster than leaves in October: it’s incredibly moist, warmly spiced, and crowned with a buttery cinnamon-sugar crust that crackles with every forkful.

Unlike dense loaves or fussy layer cakes, this one-bowl, one-pan wonder delivers pure autumn comfort with minimal effort—using real pumpkin purée, sour cream for tenderness, and a simple swirl of brown sugar and spice that melts into a gooey, spiced topping as it bakes.

Perfect for brunch, dessert, or a “treat yourself” moment with a mug of cider, this cake proves that you don’t need hours or fancy tools to capture the soul of the season.

Let’s bake a cake that smells like a pumpkin patch and tastes like home.

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