Oh why would you buy a pasty, bland pumpkin after eating this homegrown specimen? As I cut these fruits open, I could see the sugar seeping out of their flesh. I drank in their sweet scent, chopped them up, roasted them on trays with a dash of sunflower oil, and made them into sweet, nutty flavoured soup. ‘Delica’ really is one of the best pumpkins I have ever grown. The flesh caramelised in its own juices, and it was with great self-restraint that I managed to get any pumpkin at all into the soup pot.
But I did, and this morning I trotted off to work with a bottle of sweet pumpkin soup in my bag. All the way from Southampton to Canary Wharf (not a daily journey for the faint-hearted), I thought of that soup and the content glow it would give me all afternoon. And I nibbled the toasted seeds, and everything was well with the world. Pumpkins make me happy.