I got a bunch from the nut job farmer and then without thinking got some from my CSA. Fortunately I like squash soup. Curried squash soup. Even more without the Royal Indian Mounted Food Control Police fluttering about clucking and tsking at my clearly not-Indian soup-making methods.
Somehow I managed to get some seeds into the soup when I pureed it and ended up with what seemed like fingernail bits in it and then having to run it through my Foley food mill, and then again through a finer sieve. It was అద్భుతమైన.
