I picked a pumpkin last week and I think I might spend all of October eating it. I carve a bit off and it still looks almost as big as it was before. It wouldn’t be so bad if the rest of this household loved pumpkin but at the moment it seems that me and Master Spice are the only ones who like it, and Master Spice only began eating a week ago so I can’t rely on him to eat much.
Although I love pumpkin and would like to make lots of roasted vegetable dishes I think I might be the only one eating them. My lovely husband was not quite as lovely as normal the other night when he actually refused to eat my delicious pumpkin creation and went and got a pizza out of the freezer. Well, more for me, although pumpkins are pretty big so that means a lot lot more.