There is a pumpkin on my doorstep. There is a pumpkin on my neighbor’s doorstep. There is pumpkin in my latte, pumpkin in my pancakes and pumpkin in the pumpkin butter I put on my pancakes. Pureed pumpkin even sneaked into my vanilla pudding two days ago (ok, I folded it in with complete knowledge).
With pumpkin everywhere, you’d expect one to tire of pumpkins. But instead I say, “Thank you, pumpkin” because you’ve made me want to put pumpkin in more things: curried pumpkin soup, apple pumpkin bread, pumpkin-seed crusted trout. Your golden, glowing sweet flesh has helped me carve time from work, classes, wedding planning and the general busyness of life to blog again.
Thank you, pumpkin.