Tuesday, December 3, 2013


Samuel planted the pumpkin vine and he got two pumpkins. Not bad for a first time gardener. The bigger one was actually the second one that grew. I took it to school, and the kids had fun enacting Cinderella. I gave the other one to my friend.

Friends don't understand why I don't eat pumpkin. To simplify my otherwise length explanation, mum and dad were children of the war. They had pumpkins, yam/taro, sweet potato/kumara and tapioca everyday, boiled without salt or oil. 4 years of war on this diet was enough to put one off for the rest of their life.

When I was in the car to primary school, we drove passed barges laden with pumpkins. Dad said," Pumpkins are for pigs."

This is why I don't eat pumpkins.

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