I am making pumpkin soup – or ‘punken zoup’ as it is known around here.
I am using a pumpkin which was home-grown on the farm by my Dad.
Pumpkins are hard to cut. It’s best my friendboy isn’t around at the moment or he’d be hovering at the boundary between the kitchen and the lounge room, waiting for the inevitable finger stabbing-related squeals and ready to slap on the bandaids.
Which leads me to a theory. Halloween is coming up. Americans have Halloween downpat. They chop up pumpkins for jack’o’lanterny thingies. For this they use knives.
Theory: more Americans lose fingers in jack’o’lantern-related incidents than in knife fights.
Then again, there’s a good chance most Americans aren’t as klutzy as me.