...the best kind surely? In all ways!
We went "punkin" pickin'! Which is well 'ard and totally rockin'.....urrrrr....man!
(*too much coffee*)
The littlest B says "punkin" instead of pumpkin and which instantly conjures up rockers and neon flashed mohicans in my imaginings! Rebellious veg! Raaaaaaarrrrrrrr!
Oh doesn't it make you a little sad when your tinys stop using their fantastical, jumbly, heard and played with, totally unique vocabulary? It seems to happen with a bewildering abruptness. It broke my heart the day that 'Gongus' ceased to be my little man's word for Thomas.
Note to self - I MUST write them down somewhere, before time erodes all memory of them and they will be lost to the dusty past. Sigh.
Anyway, crikey, enough! So Punkins!
Aren't they a joy!? So round and comical!
Even if I had no idea what Halloween was I know I would be compelled to make something out of one of these! They cry out to be decorated and to decorate!
And of course, comfort eating heaven x I bought two Gem Squashes. Sometimes known as cannon balls! Ha! You would know you'd been hit if someone lobbed one of these at you! I cut them and a butternut squash (that I seem to have had living in my veg cupboard for approximately ten and half years) in half.
Roasted in the oven with a "nut of butter" (what a perfectly lovely description from Mr Hugh F.W.) and a scattering of chopped garlic. Once soft, scooped out the flesh and mixed it with chopped walnuts and goats cheese...(this week's Aldi "oooooh moment" L.O.V.E. Aldi!)
before spooning it back in to the skins, finishing with the "merest drizzle of honey".
Bliss. The words, the recipe. The food.
This was a dinner to be savoured, wrapped up in the candle lit gloaming.
Autumnal Comforts. Squashy Love.