Last night I cut up a pumpkin and cooked it. A friend had given it to me back in October. It was an unusual pumpkin. It had a beautiful old timey pumpkin shape , but the color was all most pink instead of pale peach. Plus it had some bumps on the outside of it. And a beautiful stem that was thick and curved. I have enjoyed it on my dining room table as a decoration, now I will enjoy it in a pie!
I had never cooked one. I had cut them up for my Grandma. So I knew how to do that part. I called my other friend to get cooking directions. So I filled a big pot with pumpkin (saved the seeds and they are drying in the window) put water in it and cooked it for I guess an hour or better . Then I put it in the colander and strained it and drained it. After all that it made only 4 cups of pumpkin! Which I froze!
While the pumpkin was cooking on the stove I walked by it and had to catch hold of the island ! All of a sudden the smell of the cooking pumpkin brought back such strong remembrances of my Grandma cooking that for an instant I thought I was in her kitchen ! I had to stop and look around me! It was so odd! I know that smells can trigger memories boy did this one! Wow!
Another thing I remembered was how Grandma all ways after stirring a pot would hit her spoon on the inside of the pot before removing it. I realize I do the same thing!
Tomorrow My Great Aunt Grace!
