![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceWhen historians come to write up this latest week of my life, it will probably become known to them and to posterity as the Week of Soup, covering the whole range from unadulterated Heinz'z Tomato Soup (still my revert-to-childhood fallback when I'm too sick to eat otherwise), via ramen in kimchi soup at my favourite Japanese restaurant, to a magnificent French onion soup last night with Sean & Gerry. Today, there is my own bastard roast tomato and carrot soup for lunch, which I shall adulterate in many ways.
Also, I have a pumpkin. Courtesy of Gerry and her allotment, I have a rather wonderful pumpkin, and am wondering what to do with it. Soup is almost my first thought (I do also have what used to be a gallon of chicken stock, which I have boiled down to a two-inch cube of rigorous jelly for freezing purposes, but it can always be unfrozen and reconstituted), but I may be letting my enthusiasm for the form run away with me. What else should I do with a pumpkin? Enthuse at me, o internets...
In other news, I am about to run out of William Gibson. That man is so good, he can make me pine for clothing that doesn't actually exist. Grr.
Also, I have a pumpkin. Courtesy of Gerry and her allotment, I have a rather wonderful pumpkin, and am wondering what to do with it. Soup is almost my first thought (I do also have what used to be a gallon of chicken stock, which I have boiled down to a two-inch cube of rigorous jelly for freezing purposes, but it can always be unfrozen and reconstituted), but I may be letting my enthusiasm for the form run away with me. What else should I do with a pumpkin? Enthuse at me, o internets...
In other news, I am about to run out of William Gibson. That man is so good, he can make me pine for clothing that doesn't actually exist. Grr.