Since the Apples Were Rotting

...and I no longer had a broken-stove-excuse to avoid them, I decided to slay four giant pumpkins, too.

 Here's a trick.  If your pumpkin crop is sparse from too many summer monsoons, roast up the giant pumpkins your husband bought for $3.00 each.








It'll take you all night, an irrational hatred for pumpkins will consume you, and orange will coat you from head to toe, but the yield will be over eighty cups of pumpkin puree to freeze for winter breads and soups,



 

 

along with ten cups of salty seeds to crunch between your teeth.

It's worth it in the end, plus you can brag about it to your brother who's reading so serenely by the fire.   (He won't be impressed, but it's still worth it.)