And There I’d Keep Him Very Well
The “there” of which I speak is this inconceivably large pumpkin shell. Care to guess whom I would like to stuff inside?
You might be thinking Dave, particularly if you have read the lyrical ode to my over- ambitious pumpkin-seed loving husband. Perhaps putting him in a pumpkin shell is the consummate solution to a spouse mad out of his gourd. I do like the way you think, but it was actually this little guy I had in mind–
This pint-sized delicious nephew of mine is coming to visit, and I know if given the chance I could keep him very well inside a giant pumpkin shell. But his mama is relatively new at all this baby stuff; I bet when they arrive later this week she’ll insist on napping him somewhere clean and non-vegetative, like a pack+play. New parents can be so unimaginative.
No sweat. I already found a new occupant for the remains of the pumpkin shell abode. You remember this guy? We’ve renamed him ‘El Gordito’ after his recent pumpkin binge.
He is thrilled with his edible bed. Especially after I generously moved it out of the snow. He was none too happy with the blizzard last week that left his stomping grounds looking like this —
Before I moved his meal, El Gordito performed an interpretative cold paw dance on the snow that expressed his deepest desire (warm feet.) I should have caught it on film, but I have my reputation to consider. I don’t want people thinking that I’m spending too much time alone. Alone, with squirrels, I mean.
Some would have me focus on the more human yet also cute inhabitants of this household.
Fine. For the record, cute humans that also reside here–
Pictured: Sister Hermione, Sister Black Cat, and Mama Cowgirl. Not pictured: Papa, sigh, Cowboy. You’ll have to take my word for it. Crazy-pumpkin-seed boy makes a mighty fine cowboy. Yes-sir-ree-bob, he does.
Any-hoo, back to El Gordito. I think I heard that you can actually bake things right inside a pumpkin shell. Boy oh boy this year’s Thanksgiving dinner is practically preparing itself.
Mmmm, Pumpkin roasted squirrel. Gotcha, Gordito! (That’s where I slam the whole squirrel-gourd combo into a big casserole and pop ‘er into the old oven.)
No, not really. Here’s what I did do with the giant pumpkin shell. In my quest for the title of Auntie-of-the-Year, I pureed that 287 pound beauty. I roasted. I diced. I pureed and I pureed and I pureed.
So here’s the deal baby Miles: You can sleep wherever your newbie parents want you to sleep. Just be sure to be hungry. Be very very hungry.
Because, my dear boy, you have 875 pounds of pumpkin to eat.
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Eh, pumpkin for be works for me – there’s a 5-point harness in there, right? As to the purée, bring it on! Little Miles has already consume his weight (ok, admittedly just 15lbs) in pumpkin purée, pumpkin soup, and a little pumpkin-swirled yogurt!
Your nephew is adorable! Your girls will have a blast. Enjoy each moment!
I could eat your nephew up. He is too cute!! And you gals are pretty sassy and cute yourselves.
Miles is sooo cute! Hope that you are all having fun and eating lots of pumpkin!
I put the boys pureed pumpkin in apple sauce and they loved it! Miles is too cute and already so big, have a wonderful ‘Thanksgiving’ dinner!
Just for the record…all caught up!!! Bring on some more posts, I can take it!!
O.k. – I’m de-lurking now. I have silently followed the drama of the squash fertility issues and semi-regularly surf over here when I’m procrastinating. Seeing the pureed pumpkin so close to the homemade pizza entry triggered the memory of a pizza idea you might like. I try to leave pizza in the hands of professionals with access to wood-fired (or at least 800 degree gas-fired) ovens. But here’s a description (not claiming to be a recipe) of an awesome pizza from Bob Marshall’s Biga Pizza, the hottest pizza joint in Missoula, MT (the town with the fewest cowboys per capita in the state, sorry to say). So it’s a thinnish-crust pizza topped with olive oil, glops of ricotta, glops of pureed squash/pumpkin, and carmelized leeks – with a little mozzarella sprinkled over, I think. It’s a really unexpected use of the pumpkin, but delicious! DIY-ers, thank me or curse me later. I have no idea if this works in a home kitchen.
Also, look on the NYT site for a pumpkin risotto recipe that appeared around Halloween – though that one is a little more obvious.
That baby is so cute. You and your children are looking quite Halloweeny and your little friend look very happy. We are enjoying the holiday season as well.