Pumpkin Seeds

Today our only home cooking was toasted pumpkin seeds. Unless you count soft boiled eggs.

Clem carved her first pumpkin. She left the slimy pumpkin entrails on the sidewalk for our blind neighbor. Fortunately Marian was out with her aide.

We did Latin over pumpkin seeds and cinnamon toast.

I put ingredients in the bread machine. It seems I would rather write than cook with the kids. This entry will not cohere. It will not form a nice bolus and slide down your throat. It is rather unpalatable. Food metaphors about writing are all I can cook up tonight. The forecast for tomorrow is not good either.