Only my husband. Only my husband would bring home a pumpkin at the end of December, after all of the Christmas decorations are put away, insisting that it is the perfect pumpkin.
Our conversation went something like this:
“Whoa.Whatcha got there Grey? A pumpkin? ….where’d you get that?”
“It was in the garden, a perfectly good pumpkin. This thing’s gotta weigh like 30 pounds.”
“A pumpkin huh? In December? What do you want to do with that?”
“I don’t know. But we’ve got to do something…because this pumpkin is perfect.
Apparently, this pumpkin was a late bloomer and didn’t turn orange until all the other pumpkins (back in October) had their Autumn glory … and are now gone.
But not this pumpkin. Because this pumpkin is perfect. I was a bit skeptical at first. Thinking….this can’t still be good. Once we cut into it, there is going to be a bunch of six-legged creatures who already found the goods, or it was going to be completely rotten on the inside.
So after letting it sit on our kitchen counter for 3 days admiring it’s perfectness, we cut it open. On New Year’s Eve.
There was no trace of bugs, mites, mold, discoloration, shriveled up old seeds, or any of the other wild things that I imagined could be within this pumpkin.
The flesh was bright orange and fresh. The seeds were like regular pumpkin seeds just waiting to be roasted, and …. it’s New Year’s Eve
What a (very) unexpected surprise.
After dinner, Grey and I cut the pumpkin into four manageable pieces.
roasted it. let it cool.
Cleaned the seeds.
Salted and roasted the seeds.
Pureed the pumpkin.
..and put it into jars for a later use.
All while having New Years Eve celebration in New York City playing in the background on the television. I can now say with confidence that I have experienced New Year’s Eve (and brought in the new year) in a brand new way….all thanks to this perfect pumpkin. 😉
Love, Grey and Brianna.