As you know from yesterday’s post, our avoidance of the cleaning-up day resulted in a mighty fine Jack-o-lantern.
The pumpkin that became the lantern was a whopping ten kilos. And, in order to make a lantern, the inside has to come out. So, there was only one thing to do – and that was to make pumpkin soup!
One of my guiding mottos in life has been: Never let ’em see you cook! Sadly, though, I cannot always keep to this, and October is one of those times. I bow to the pressure from the family to make pumpkin soup. The anklebiters get excited by the chopping of onions (with or without a snorkelling mask on), the crushing of fragrant garlic, and the bright orange cubes of pumpkin. Oh yes – and let’s not forget my secret ingredient: ginger.
About fifteen years ago, I used to be a favourite babysitter for my best friends’ four kids. Not only would I build a tent in the middle of the living room and sleep there with them, but I was famous for all my botched attempts at cooking – far more entertaining than watching telly.
One memorable session was when we tried to make ginger biscuits. Everything went well until I decided that half a teaspoon of ginger was just not enough. So, I sprinkled in a bit more, then a bit more and finally a bit more.
Then I left the biscuits in the oven until they were nearly burnt to a crisp!
After getting rid of the smoke fumes, we sat down to consume the biscuits we had saved. Those bit mores of ginger had turned into a whole heap of fiery gingery-ness and blew the roofs of our mouths off.
Those kids are are big now – and study and work – but they still remember baking ginger biscuits with me.
Anyway, I digress. Back to the soup. I put in half a teaspoon – then thought, “Oh – only a bit more.” Then I stopped there – thus proving that an old dog can learn from history. (Mmm… I do enjoying mangling metaphors.)
The soup turned out to be gingery, but not in an overwhelming way. There was still an undertone of … can it be? … pumpkin in the soup. (That was a nice surprise.)
Sir Pe fell asleep afterwards and blamed it on the soup.
A quick Google search reveals that a ginger overdose can result in sleepiness and confusion.
You could say that we are living proof of that!