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November 6, 2008
Swimming in an Ocean of Pumpkin Soup
Halloween has passed, and you notice that sitting in the corner is a
pair of pumpkins. Your opportunity to gore and deface them in the name
of holiday fun is gone, and now you wonder whether the future of these
squash is one of a slow, grim rotting.
You
may perhaps construct a reason the pumpkins themselves have been
consigned to this grim destiny by their own actions and words. You may
declare that all suffer slow decay as a result of their own ill deeds
and words, and wash your hands of the matter.
Or,
you may seek compassion toward giving them a dignified end as a pot of
soup.
The
first thing you shall do is to chop off the top of the pumpkin and spoon
out the seeds and stringy materials in the center. Then bake at 375
until very soft and limp. The skins should come away from the pulp very
easily, almost as if there is a mutual desire to part.
The
relationship here is as the relationship between a caterpillar and a
chrysalis in which it changes into a butterfly. It has transcended the
need for its tough outer shell and is now ready for something better.
Spoon it into the bowl part of a food processor.
Add
to that a generous helping of vanilla yogurt, honey and milk, and blend
together in the processor until smooth.
The
appearance will be uniformly orange. It will look, in fact, like a
creamsicle that has not yet been bitten.
Pour
this into a soup pot. It will look like an ocean of pumpkin. Allow your
imagination to run wild for a moment. Pretend, for instance, that you
are standing on a planet that has oceans entirely of mushed pumpkins
mixed with milk, yogurt and honey. Think to yourself this word: “Whoa.”
Return to Mother Earth, where such things are silliness and mushed
pumpkins mixed with yogurt, milk and honey are not oceans but instead
soup.
Toss
several cinnamon sticks into the pot, or a generous helping of ground
cinnamon. Stir and heat for about an hour. Stir often.
Tilt the pot, and hold your ear to just above it. Legend
has it that just as you can hear the ocean via a conch shell, you can
hear a sea of pumpkin via tilted pot. It is either that, or the applause
of millions of teeny, tiny hands clapping at your achievement.
Marvel in it, but only for a moment. If you spend too much time with
your ear to a pot of soup, your friends and loved ones will think you a
lunatic. This is especially the case if you happen to think that
applause is a reason to smile.
Break this one big ocean of pumpkin soup into smaller seas by spooning
it into different bowls. Stir in some raisins and diced apple. Sprinkle
ground nutmeg over the top.
It
is an end so noble and dignified that you may consider altering your
will.
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