I spent most of the afternoon today chopping, cooking, and pureeing pumpkins. Because, you see, Mom bought three pumpkins for Halloween, nobody carved them, Mom said it was too much trouble for her, and I was not going to let them rot on the front porch like the last few years. And I did it, with no bloodshed! Unfortunately, what Mom didn't tell me is that she had already bought canned pumpkin for her Thanksgiving pies, and thus she expects *me* to be the one to use the stuff.

This is the same problem I had last month when I shelled a pint of black walnuts and they rotted before they got used.

Um. Pumpkin fudge takes one tablespoon a batch, so that'll be 128 batches of pumpkin fudge, then!

But not for a couple weeks, because right now I'm extremely sick of the smell of pumpkin.