Once upon a timed there was a old Eiffel tower and it was piled out of stones to make a Eiffel tower. And that old Eiffel tower grew and grew and grew until it was as tall as the sky. It reached all the way up to heaven. And that Eiffel tower grew and grew once again and that huge little Eiffel tower fell, fell, Fell, FELL until it squashed people’s homes. That’s the end.
The onions are walking in the long grass I’m making. They are going on a journey, on a quest. And they packed lots of food. And then they came to a village, and it was their mother’s village. No, it was not. It was St. Joseph’s village. And they slept there three days and then went on their quest again. And it snowed during when they were in St. Joseph’s village.
“We just picked them, blam. I see London, I see France. No, Mom, it’s a different one! Not I see, like with eyes, but Icy, like icecubes on it. Like Snowy on it. Let’s name it Pumpkin Huckleberry Icy Snow, okay? I’m ready for the story: I’m not gonna go. You’re gonna go. By yourself. Lol. More lol. Icy London, Icy France. Icy mama underpants. Icy everybody’s underpants. Lol. Show that to everyone in the town.”
Anyway… we harvested our pumpkins this morning, all except the last two large red ones, which will ripen a bit more on the vine. It will take a week or so of indoor ripening to really sweeten them up, but they will be well ready in time for thanksgiving pies! We grew our pie pumpkins all the way from seed and we’re pretty excited to climb on them and lick them inside our cozy house now. Hopefully we’ll get to share some pie with you during the upcoming holidays!