Trees and golden leaves and all the other clichés, crunching under the tread of slightly muddy hiking boots. Rain and wind and vulnerable sun. A day exhibits all weathers in one.
Woods peppered with mushrooms. Forage to die for (literally).
Hallowe'en has happened.
Did anyone notice how pumpkins are no longer just pumpkins? They are 'Hallowe'en Pumpkins': a vegetable only worth its value for one night a year.
Actually, that's not quite true. Hallowe'en is now no longer a night but a whole season, spanning from mid-October to mid-November. It's a conglomeration of everything which evokes that autumnal feeling; a realisation that the nights are drawing in; the need to burn 17th century rebels to keep warm. It's a new Easter in the world of brand and marketing, only with a much larger, much rounder, much orange-r egg.
So I've decided we need to rescue pumpkins from Hallowe'en: it's a vegetable, not a sentiment.
We're using every single part of our pumpkin besides the skin. We hollowed most of the flesh to make soup, and served it inside the bowl of the pumpkin; we toasted the seeds in a hot oven with oil, salt and pepper and ate as a snack; we've washed and peeled the rest of the pumpkin, and steamed it to make pumpkin pie.
Happy Monday, all!
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