The beauty of being equated with pumpkin is there just isn't much to say afterwards and certainly much less to do. I mean really, where can you go from there? The key is recognizing the pumpkin all around you.
Like tonight at dinner, at a fantastic Thai restaurant that we stumbled across while learning the minute details (not to be confused with the minute steak sandwich, which at the Renaissance Chancery Court turns out to be a 12 ounce rib steak... eff the "minute" mate, this is England!) or London's rock history (which turns out not to be minute either). Anyway, back to the restaurant: we are standing in line, pardon, the queue, for Busaba while perusing the menu and what should appear but Butternut and Pumpkin Curry. Needless to say, it was ordered. Happy to report, it was amazing. Relieved to know that come the end of summer, when the shipments of butternut squash and pumpkin from Two Small Farms coincide with the harvest from the backyard, we'll have another delicious way to address the onslaught.
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Hey Brad - As far as being pumpkin goes, I must say you are looking far from pumpkin-ish lately. You are looking slim, bro-in-law.
And Lisa - what color did you go with on the pedicure? Fun to see you when you dropped off Smokey. Did you hear about the sleepover she and Latte are having at my house for a few days? Hopefully they won't miss Camp Nana too much, but I'll try to include an arts-and-craft time on the daily schedule.
Love you, Jen
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