Cinderella bites the dust

Some of you will remember this charming autumnal vignette from Ida’s front porch: a celebration of locally grown squash and heirloom pumpkin varieties. If I do say so myself, it was all quite festive-looking.

All good things must come to an end: autumn is eighteen days from being officially over and here we are being catapulted head first into the Happy flipping Holidays (I can tell you this gentle reader, twenty bucks says my to do list is three times longer than my helpmate’s).

Anyway, Cinderella is not just another pretty face. Nosiree. The French pumpkin, Rouges vif d’Estampes, the inspiration for Cinderella’s storybook pumpkin, whacks up nicely (yes, with an axe) and bakes up even better at 400 degrees for about an hour and a half. Top w/a little butter or olive oil and salt and pepper. Yield: about 20 pounds of rich pumpkin flesh.

Since I am not one to let a a decorating opportunity pass me by, I hereby endeavor to doll up the front porch, once again, to the nines, for your viewing enjoyment. Thus, we begin:

Lest you think I am anything but thrifty, take note now that these darling little Eastern white pines, pinus strobus (no, not pinus monticola, Idaho’s beloved Western white pine, sorry), will find themselves planted in McCall come spring. Stay tuned to see how they get all gussied up.

Note: all the remaining curcurbits will find themselves baked or consumed in some fashion. The less than tasties will be composted.