‘What is that disgusting thing grandma!’ I asked, anticipating the mystery to unfold. ‘Come here love,’ she patiently showed me how she would separate the pumpkin pulp from the seeds, washing, then drying them in the sun, before toasting. ‘All mess has magic within, we just have to find it!’
‘But seeds, yuck!’ I would turn up my button nose trailing her through the process, more curious than convinced till they turned crispy toasted golden. Today, many years later, my kids enjoy it as much, the taste, story and lesson – from ‘mess to magic,’ how simple, how inspiring!
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