John has accused me of growing pumpkins here at Struan Farm simply because I like growing and looking at them, the idea of them. They are quite sculptural, so I can't disagree with him on the latter point. But they are rather a pain to grow, sprawling all over the back lawn. So I'm not sure he's right on his first point.
Be that as it may, I decided we needed to start eating some in order for me to justify the crop. I deployed John with his machete to the workshop to cut the first one up, and we're having it roasted with grilled lamp rump dusted with ground cumin and coriander and a rocket, fig and haloumi salad. Sounds pretty good, eh? Trust this repast will silence the critic.
p.s. it even looks pretty cut and raw in the bowl, doesn't it?......
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