Do you recall the All Hallows pumpkin? The one that overstayed its welcome? Back in December, I predicted that the human female was going to put a Santa hat on it and make it suffice for yet another holiday.
Well, as of the Eater Bunny festival, the stupid thing was still sitting on the front stoop.
The human female brought it into the kitchen and gave it a good scrub.
I was appalled! Surely she wasn’t going to eat it?! I mean, technically a pumpkin is a squash and is theoretically edible, but this superannuated pepo had essentially become a family member.
She whacked it open, revealing all its stringy innards.
Sigyn was quite distressed at its demise.
(poke poke poke) It looked a little dry, and one of the seeds had sprouted. I was very interested at this point, to see if anyone was actually going to eat this mess.
The poor thing was stripped of its skin and cut into chunks.
A bit of steaming time in the microwave, a dab of butter, and a little maple sugar, and the All-Hallows-Yule-Eater Bunny Festival pumpkin was served forth.
My sweetie couldn’t bear to have any.
Sigyn, I’m sorry to tell you that your cucurbitaceous friend was dee-licious.