Last year, unable to find a pumpkin to buy at the last minute, we used turnips and celeberated Hop-tu-naa This year I snapped up a pumpkin and watched by Sian the cat hollowed it out. I am not a great pumpkin carver so by my standards this was an adequate result. Then came the pumpkin soup.
Two onions were cooked in butter till soft to which I then added a pint of chicken stock and the pumpkin flesh. After about half an hour I mashed it up in one of those whizzy electric things and a thick and tasty soup emerged to which I added some bacon and …what’s not to like?
Joshua is now at the age where he says “I don’t like that” or “don’t like won’t eat” just to be a pest. Even when this whole pumpkin routine was his idea. More for the Mrs and I, let him have Peppa Pig branded hoops in tomato sauce.
