When a pumpkin shows you who it is, believe it.

 You know, there's a new saying, "When you cut into a pumpkin, you get what you get." I was all prepared to make a small batch of pumpkin butter. I was using an actual RECIPE...and I'd read it before hand! I had weighed the two smallest pumpkins and figured I could use them to make it, only one had a sort of a black cut on one side, like a sneer, like a pirate sneering at me. Yeah. But I had already cut the first pumpkin -- the game was afoot!  So I  sunk my knife into old Jack O'....sparrow...what a funk!!  and what a nasty inside the pirate pumpkin contained!! I should have known. He was sneering at me, for cripe's sake! 

One pumpkin headed for the compost, I still had two more pumpkins on the shelf. While they were both slightly larger than the pirate pumpkin, I decided to go ahead and make a slightly larger batch...but the pumpkin I cut had a very pale inside and a even a ring of green just under the rind. Rats. But like the saying says, "you bake with the pumpkins what brought ya!" and so I have. The pale one and the very small actually ripe one are currently in the sauna, trying to get squishy.  

I'll have to update the success of the pumpkin butter tomorrow. Today is just the wrecking shit day. Tomorrow I put stuff together.