Sunday, 1 November 2009

The Gaping Maw of Hell

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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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous2 November 2009 at 09:07

    Hampton.... You appear to have had a devlish episode with a pumpkin whilst at a tender young age?

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  2. Man on the Clapham Omnibus3 November 2009 at 12:23

    I confess: it was a broad-minded former lover and a butternut squash marred me for ever more

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