Crap jokes aside, I am heartily sick of pumpkins.
Much of the year goes by in a thankfully pumpkin free blur of root crops, salad greens and the occasional butternut squash for amusing phallic relief.
But for one weekend... I have been obliged to carve, insert candles into, peel, dice, reduce with garlic and purée the devil's own legion of pumpkins.
Next year they get plastic ones. Curse them.
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Hampton.... You appear to have had a devlish episode with a pumpkin whilst at a tender young age?
ReplyDeleteI confess: it was a broad-minded former lover and a butternut squash marred me for ever more
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