Fall.
I’ve been waiting for these all year…
I love pumpkins. The last time I had some, I was in Jamaica, where they are generally sold by the wedge in the market, meaning you tell the woman selling veg (and it’s usually a woman) about how much you want, she slices of a big chunk and you take it home to do with it what you will. In Jamaica that generally means something savory, and even more likely as an ingredient to soup. Pumpkin beef is nice.
Almost forgot, I’ve had some since then. While in Turkey, I received a gift of pumpkin jam from Sare, a woman who came to see me speak in Adana. It wasn’t at all like what we of as jam here in the States. It was more like candied pumpkin, Sare has a few example of Turkish style jams on her site. It was sweeeeet and crunchy; the little chunks of pumpkin cut into the suits you find on playing cards bathing in a sweet, sweet sugar syrup. I thought it was sort of a spoon sweet type of thing. Sadly, I didn’t take a photo. It was so pretty. Have to decide what I will do with my favorite amongst autumn’s bounty.
I promise when I figure it out there will be pictures!




