Que pasa, calabasa? That's Spanish for what's happening, pumpkin?
I got a Wee Be Little pumpkin plant last spring, because they are just so darn adorable. No other reason. We just harvested, in time for a jack o’lantern. We have a total of 7, and 6 of them will go to pie and bread.
Don't fear the reaper- actually, there was an unfortunate mishap with the scythe. It got sliced off, but we plan to replace it...
The Girl brought home a lovely cinderella-coach-shaped squash from a bonfire/fall party, and carved an intricate grim reaper scene into it. We roasted the seeds, and they were really tasty- thin hulls and nutty insides. I may try to figure out what variety it was, and plant it next year, because it is so darn adorable, in its own way.
The wee be little doesn’t take up much space, about a 4×4 foot square. I planted it in the former location of the compost bin, so there was a ton of rich compost for it to feed off of. It did sprawl in the wrong direction, I tried to nudge it the other way, but it kept encroaching into the sugar snap peas. By July it didn’t matter, because the peas were finished anyway.
The Boy was able to carve this independently, which is nice- I really hate getting my hands in pumpkin guts. It’s just gross.
We will probably wind up getting a big grocery store pumpkin, so we can have the classic picture of the monstrous jack o’ lantern eating the tiny one.
And when I said we would make pies from 6, I must have meant 5, because the Boy is carving another one.
He said, "write on your blog that I'm performing plastic surgery."
Strawberry Fields for Breakfast 