Pumpkins

We dressed in black and walked into the night without looking back. The rain was just a drizzle and a black hood kept me dry as we marched through the dark in search of shiny orange pumpkins. The seeds are my meat and to salt them and bake them is more a treat than the banana bread I got in the mail from a far away place. Where do those banana's come from anyways? Costa Rica? I hear that students grow them on a university farm. But I digress. All I can do is look up pumpkin recipes but I fear that my newly acquired thirty pound pumping may not be what the recipes are calling for.