Well at least it’s a great excuse to make Chilli Pumpkin soup.
It also has a striking likeness to me as well, especially after I put way too much CHILLI in the soup.
All those eons ago, my childhood was bereft of pumpkins. We mainly had what Dad could grow on his allotment and that was definitely never pumpkins. But he most definitely could grow TURNIPS. Lots of them. Lots of especially tough ones that had the same texture as a cannonball. So it was Turnip lanterns and Turnip soup, turnip with everything. I remember trying the ‘I’m allergic to Turnips’ line, but for some reason my parents didn’t buy into that one…. These days I blame my staggeringly good looks on Turnip poisoning.
So if you are ever having a TURNIP Halloween feast, please let me know, I would love to TURNIP for it.