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Small, but perfectly formed

Halloween 2016 is here.  For weeks the food shops have been groaning under the weight of humungous pumpkins, all waiting to be fashioned into jack-o'-lanterns, with either impossibly happy grins or ghoulish grimaces.  I have the dinkiest pumpkin ever, which has been sitting on the table for a fortnight, looking cheerful.  It's far too cute to be carved up, and to give you an idea of its petiteness I have sat it next to a Bramley apple and an acorn cup!
I get far more enjoyment out of a pumpkin by just looking at it.  In my experience, cooking pumpkin is a complete waste of time.  It is totally tasteless.  Pumpkin pie is probably the best thing you can do with pumpkin, and even then it is just a vehicle for all the lovely spices which go into the filling! So, this little chap will just carry on sitting here, and in the meantime, I will continue to enjoy its glorious colour, sculptural stem and comfortable shape!  

Happy Halloween!

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  1. Pumpkin soup is delicious....depends on type of pumpkin! Put some Indian spices in and a blob of creme fraiche when serving...its very good.
    Not sure your little pumpkin would stretch that far...its too pretty to eat. x

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    1. Tried pumpkin soup, several times, several recipes,
      including Delia Smith's one where she roasts the pumpkin first to try and intensify the flavour - still pretty tasteless! Butternut squash is a much better bet! Love it! No, my little pumpkin is still sitting on the table, looking smug because all the others have now had their day and looking a bit past it!

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  2. I guess in just boils down to personal taste. I always blend pumpkin, butter nut squash or pumpkin (as it is called here) and carrots....we are great lovers of pumpkin soup and roasted pumpkin..roasted with skin on...is yummalicous.

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