This is the first year I’ve had access to fresh homegrown veggies. Greg helps tend three different gardens, so he brought home a few ripe veggies every few days this summer and autumn. After he brought home the first pumpkin, I impulsively named it “Robert”. After Robert, we had the tiny casper pumpkin that I named either Marvin or Martin. But we can’t remember which, so we’ve just been calling him Marvin/Martin, one word.
Greg isn’t used to naming produce, and the somewhat inevitable result, eating produce you’ve given a name to. He’s an amazing cook. Often making things from scratch like Chicken Balti, and Homemade Eggnog. So his desire to eat the delicious food is stronger than his squeamishness. But he has been acting oddly lately,
he decided the veggies need faces…
Poor poor Alejandro. You will be missed, but you were very yummy
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