Remember the giganto-pumpkin that was hogging up the mud room floor? Jessica attacked it the other day. She sliced it into chunks as big as her hand, boiled the chunks (in three separate pots), skinned ‘em, and gave them to her trusty assistant (me) to mush ‘em up. I did so, because most of the time I can operate the food processor without injuring myself. Then I dumped them into gallon freezer bags. It filled up five of them, and we threw them into our overflowing freezers.

Five gallons! Ah ah ah. (Remember the Count on Sesame Street? That’s how he laughed.) Five! Ah ah ah. That’s a lot of pumpkin pie. And pumpkin cookies, and pumpkin muffins, and I don’t know what all she puts it in. Maybe pumpkin foie gras. She’s quite a cook.

And it’s quite a pumpkin to give us five gallons o’pumpkin mush. Next year we’ll put manure on our own pumpkin plants and hopefully get a pumpkin larger than a softball.