Two weeks after Halloween I had the brilliant idea that I needed to make pumpkin and apple curry soup. Only there were no pumpkins to be had. Fortunately I was pet sitting in a fairly rural area and knew of a roadside stand selling pumpkins, so my Fuzzy Buddy Dakota and I set out on a little trip.
Turned out the roadside stand was closed but I followed signs to a farm and found Mrs. Farmer in the field with her son harvesting seeds for next year’s crop. Despite the season being over she graciously gave me a mini lesson in pumpkins and some on-the-verge-of-demise specimens while Dakota had a great time romping with her dogs.
That was the same week we went for a walk along the Fraser River and Dakota delightedly rolled himself in rotting salmon that had washed up on shore. Someone had a lot of baths that week…
PS: The soup was delicious. (Thank you Sharon at Hazelmere Pumpkin Patch!)