|I have to say that in this pic we have already |
eaten rather a lot of it.
Every now and then I remembered to check the pumpkin was still solid. Last weekend I carried it back into the kitchen, and distilled a huge pot of golden soup from last summer's store.
Sorry if this sounds smug, but, you know, I am. Think of all that weeding and forking compost. My dues are paid. The ends have justified the means. I claim this comfort in the black-ice dark of January.
As Robert Crawford so rightly said:
'A soup so thick you could shake its hand
and stroll with it before dinner.'