Freegrace Fridays: Pumpkin Drama
Today would usually be an update on Freegrace hijinks but as I've been away for a few days doing a little work on the other side of the country, I'm as bereft of news from my beloved farm as you are. More soon, I promise.
In the meantime, I wanted to share a recipe from my latest The Talk segment wherein I made, among other things, a pumpkin version of my Because You're Mine cake.
One thing I can tell you about Freegrace is that my sugar pumpkins are patiently waiting for me to pluck them from the vine. They are ready to rumble!
Speaking of my pumpkins (and no, that isn't a euphemism...but maybe it should be), our tractor recently broke down and I had to contract out the mowing. I was teaching all day at King Arthur and I returned home to the wonderful scent of freshly shorn grass. I puttered out back to see how my various plots were fairing and I noticed that in the far distance, my pumpkin vines weren't looking so well. They had been perky and flourishing in the wee hours of the morning but upon my return, they looked forlorn and, well, saggy. As I got closer, I came to realize that not only did I get a mow but some areas got manicured with a weed wacker. They wacked right through the stems of 3/4 of my pumpkin harvest. Mind you, it took some effort to cut through the stuff because the lead vines were easily 4 inches in diameter. All that work, almost 5 months worth of cultivating and growth, gone. All but 4 of my sugar pumpkins obliterated.
|Who knew that inside all that white down was a heart of gold?|
I did what any sane woman would do. I sat down on the soggy ground and wept like a colicy baby. For 10 minutes I allowed myself extravagant, wet sobs. I may have repeatedly wailed, "Why? Why would they do this?" with great drama. Taken completely by my horticultural loss, I didn't notice that mama had been nudging me and softly murmuring goosey condolences. Not to be ignored, she crawled into my lap and gave me sweet nibbles, tucking her one eyed head under my chin.
That, my sweet friends, made the slaughter of innocent gourds a small trifle compared to the feathered love my sweet goose displayed. I'm a lucky farmer to have such friends in my fowl.
But back to the dessert. Here's the recipe for the cake. Click here if you missed the segment on The Talk.
A very happy fall to all of you. I wish for you an unmolested pumpkin harvest and I send you sweet goose nibbles.