Last week, I got given this huge pumpkin that weighed in at approximately five kilos. Courtesy of Little Man we affectionately named him Gerald. He managed to touch everyone in the family in some way and pretty much became my muse what with meal ideas coming to me thick and fast.
Copperhead was obsessed with the pumpkin and Little Red was scared of it. We figured we could use that in years to come, you’know, “the pumpkin will get yooOOOoou!”.
Oscar also seemed to be quite taken with Gerald and took to curling up next to him on the kitchen table. It felt like he had somewhat become part of the family, especially when we got in the habit of asking Little Man to sit down and eat his meals next to Gerald. It was almost a shame to eat him. I’d feel a tad more remorseful if he wasn’t absolutely delicious so ultimately I’m happy in the knowledge he fulfilled his life’s journey.
IS SHE REALLY DOING THIS?
By now, you’re probably wondering how could I possibly write a WHOLE post about a pumpkin. But what can I say? An early start combined with boredom and a need to make an extra two bucks does something to a gal!
Seriously, it’s also to chat about how I’ve got more into my cooking and baking lately. I even toyed with the idea of opening a food blog. That is until I realised that although I enjoy it I’m not massively super passionate about it in the sense it would require it’s very own blog. However I will be sharing more food related posts on here.
This blog is about us, our life and eating is obviously a part of that. Little Man loves helping and I have to say that time in the kitchen does have a positive affect on my mental health too. So, I’m introducing a food related post on a Saturday.
To cut down any high expectations right now, the posts are not going to be fancy schmancy culinary delights or horrendously difficult things to do. Honestly, even if I had the time, I still wouldn’t cook that way. Most of what I do is either one handed because I’m holding a baby or quite quick because of, you’know, ALL THE CHILDREN! Side note: why must they be touching me all the time?
And that’s about it really.
Buh-bye Gerald. We’ll always think of you fondly and may you rest in delicious pieces.”
Various pumpkin soups will be coming your way soon. Yes he was my muse but he was not a very imaginative one.