The Same Ambivalence

I never used to ‘get’ pumpkin pie. But then I didn’t used to ‘get’ pumpkins either. Things started to change when squashes hove into view. I expect there is a difference between a pumpkin and a squash, but I am afraid I do not know what it is. There are watery boring pumpkins and dry boring squashes. There are gorgeous richly fleshed pumpkins, such as the Ironbark, and sensational squashes like Blue Hubbard and the little onion squashes that the late Rose Gray introduced me to years ago. It was about this time that I began to wake up and smell the pumpkins.