#Queensland Pumpkin

[statelibraryqueensland]

Happy October!

Two men participating in a harvest festival exhibit, ca. 1920, John Oxley Library, State Library of Queensland.

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[augment-techs]

@ajgrey9647

Sorry this took so long; lot of complications.

[monadocyclone]

Hilarious to me that woolworths is trying to sell "pumpkin carving kits" made out of plastic.

In Queensland.

Where our most iconic pumpkins have such tough exteriors that it's not hard to break stainless steel knives on the darn things.

[autistickaitovocaloid]

War and hate on the planet earth I go to google a common type of pumpkin grown in my country and the first search result is from an actual hate group or whatever.

[seasonalwonderment]

"Almost Ripe Queensland Blue Pumpkin On The Vine" by Stocksy Contributor "Gillian Vann" - Stocksy

[heavenlyhoundoom]

I forgot to give names to Corey's parents and Elizabeth's parents.

Corey's mum

RosieBreed: Maltese

Age: 36

Birthday: 6/29(♋️)

Birthplace: Brisbane, Queensland

Occupation: Dentist

Kids: Corey and Baxter

Corey's dad

Zeus Breed: Maltese

Age: 36

Birthday: 4/2(♈️)

Birthplace: Wellington, New Zealand

Occupation: Pet store owner

Kids: Corey and Baxter

Elizabeth's mum

Pumpkin

Breed: English bulldog

Age: 40

Birthday: 1/14(♑️)

Birthplace: Richmond, Tasmania

Occupation: Waitress

Kids: Tank, Elizabeth, and Jojo

Elizabeth's dad

Howard

Breed: English bulldog

Age: 40

Birthday: 3/9(♓️)

Birthplace: Warwick, Queensland

Occupation: Police officer

Kids: Tank, Elizabeth, and Jojo

[wellthebardsdead]

Junkerqueen: *riding her hover bike into the outback following a group of raiders she’d sent out to scout only for them to return with food and clean water* how much further is this place???

Raider: just up ahead your highness!!! *points to a little queenslander style cottage with an attached donga(temporary usually transportable dwelling)*

Junkerqueen: *pulls up with the raiders to see a garden full of fresh food and a windmill filtration system pulling water up from under the ground and de-radiating it* what the???

Raider: HELLOOOOOO!!! WERE BACK!!! WE BROUGHT OUR LEADER!

S/o: *steps out dressed in a cottage core outfit holding pumpkin scones* hi!

Junkerqueen: *bright red* g-g’day.

[surferspider]

LOVEBUG V. SPIDER-SURFER #1 – @lvebug

IF one incarcerated a sufficient amount of kindness/ignorance in their heart to disregard the bursting veins of his mask’s googly eyes, the assortment of bruises blooming underneath the rest of his costume, and every crime report to have ever been submitted after Spider-Surfer came swinging into town, Porter was, like, really good at all the superhero stuff. No, he was being tremendously serious about that. Yes, even if his tendency to take more time reapplying the decorative elements of his suit rather than heroically saving anyone excretes the pungent ooze of an opposing opinion. He could totally web your face shut if he wasn’t distracted by saving someone right there, right then. Except, of course, he doesn’t have webs, and he wants as many people as possible to witness his acrobatic acts of bravery. Get it? Acrobatic? Because he keeps on flipping between being an egotistical public exhibition who thinks he’ll save everyone on land and sea to some kind of sentient jellyfish whose nervous system is touchier than its heartbreaking attempts at humour? Everyone laugh, please. Not at him, please. Do not say it’s too late to specify, please.

Porter Palmer was not selfish. Not on purpose anymore, anyhow, and when he caught himself in the absolute crime of doing something that doesn’t directly help another person (no, he’s not being acquisitive of undeserved achievements when he counts plants as people), he made sure to make up for it as soon as possible. As expected of someone with extremely healthy thought habits, he kept a running tally of his good and bad deeds for the day and will reward himself accordingly at the end of the night. Good Deed Number One, for example, was not crying as soon as he landed in the big, wormy apple that was home to a minimum of one of his competitors. Allies in the betterment of the state of humanity. Whatever. He needed the international merchandising opportunities. Bad Deed Number One, for example, was walking past someone drinking a pumpkin spice latte without lecturing them on the fact that the greenhouse gas emissions associated with the steamed milk in lattes could be four times as high as that of a regular espresso. Good Deed Number Two, for example, was collecting his thoughts on coffee trade, tracing back his steps, and approaching the offender in a friendly tone that was perhaps a little too loud and a lot too aggressive. So on and so forth. Nobody needed to know what happened in the laundromat afterwards. All Porter needed to know is that he needed those international merchandising opportunities as soon as possible.

It had been a good excuse to get into costume, or more accurately, into character. He’d thought New York would be more receptive to yet another masked menace instead of a teenager whose every belonging had some Greenpeace slogan tacked on. He’d thought incorrectly, but at least he’d thought, full stop. Besides, New York demanded saving, though of course Porter didn’t get to brawl with any villains other than drunken burglars in alleyways who kept on mistaking him for a circular litany of comedians. Subsequent impressions of the city were somehow less exciting yet far more concerning. Its sewers sounded like they were brimming with animal life being treated better than those in the Bronx Zoo, its service lines smelled of lead slapped on top of the less describable substances in Edgar Allan Poe’s “Dagon”, and its people paid zero notice to him. In Queensland, everybody had a perfectly acceptable reason to hate him. In Queens or Manhattan or Saturn Island or wherever in the world he was, nobody cared about him, which was far worse than being hated. Porter loved nature, nature abhorred a vacuum, ergo everyone on the planet should heralded his presence with palm leaves and an orchestra composed entirely of flugelhorns. Logic, plain and simple.

But Porter was, is, and forever will be really good at all the superhero stuff, so he carried on. He fixed someone’s bicycle lock and chained it to a rusted railway and duct taped the seat to its former glory and then narrowly avoided the park police, who turned a blind eye to another spray-painted display discussing the cons of considering so they could chase after someone who could climb up buildings. Not that they knew that, because he ended up hiding behind an abandoned latrine slashed with organic patterns. The Bigfoot serials made sense, then.

Porter scampered back to civilisation soon after. Back to basics. No crumbling skyscrapers to keep off the spinal cords of hapless citizens, no humpback whale mating ceremonies to conduct. There was a cat stuck in a tree. Porter could conquer a tree easier than a cat could give him rabies. His reflexes, however, were hardly the blessing they were made out to be in every state of affairs apart from his current one. Five minutes later, there was a cat stuck in a tree and a Porter stuck in a tree. His vision was already obscured behind the black visor of his mask and the blood rushing to his alleged brain wasn’t helping matters, so why not? On-hand experience with hailing a ride around these parts would be useful, even if said ride came in the form of a half-familiar blonde throttling him to the land of sewer crocodiles. Those definitely existed.

“How do you live here?” There was a notable desperation to his tone, more imperative and imploring than something said of passing curiosity, that made the cat stop and stare up at him, its eyes dilating at last. Just when he believed there might have been some chance for them to bond, to understand one another on a level beyond the comprehension of both humans and animals, it leapt back to its spot on the branch across from his. He bit his tongue to keep from screaming. He failed, because biting one's tongue with the strength of someone able to press ten tons was never a good idea. “Genuinely, how do you live here? The cats are military insurgents against basic decency, the taxis are on a mission to get everyone bankrupted before twenty, and there are, like, way too many homeless people for anyone’s vibe to not be harshed.”

Porter’s vibe was, in fact, so harshed that he was unable to see the giant sign pointing to the F.E.A.S.T. building a block away. A patron of plain and simple sightseeing, he was not.

[katiajewelbox]

Happy Thanksgiving from Katia Plant Scientist!

Thanksgiving is a holiday from the USA that commentates a feast. This feast took place in what is today Massachusetts and was hosted by the British immigrants and the indigenous Wampanoag people in 1621. The first Thanksgiving was probably like the traditional village harvest lunch the British immigrants celebrated back home every autumn, but with new foods their indigenous neighbours taught them how to grow.

Thanksgiving is a controversial holiday for some because it can be seen as glorifying colonialism. The cosy Thanksgiving story taught to American schoolchildren distracts from the genocide later committed against Native Americans. The holiday can also be seen as simply a time to enjoy special dishes and time with family. I feel it is important to understand the historical significance of Thanksgiving however you and yours choose to celebrate the occasion.

Surprisingly, turkey would not have been on the menu because the Wampanoag people did not have domesticated turkeys and records from that time only mention wild game as the main dish. However, pumpkins and winter squash were probably at the first Thanksgiving served since these were local domesticated plants, and a key food source for surviving the harsh New England winter.

My squash harvest is 100% homegrown, including Winter Luxury and Baby Bear Pumpkins (Cucurbita pepo) and Crown Prince, Ute, Anna Schwarz, Marina de Chioggia, Sweet Dumpling, Queensland Blue, Candy Roaster, Uchiki Kuri, and Peruvian Macre Zapallo winter squash (Cucurbita maxima).

Have a safe, peaceful, and delicious Thanksgiving!

[monsterfloofs]

Jack O Lantern, Queensland Blue, and Fairy Tale can have me ANY day 😩👀

Whenever you have time/inspiration could you maybe write a romantic and/or thirst fic/head cannon for all three of them please? 😳🥺

I am sorry this sat for a while in my inbox I. . . geniunely didn’t know how to properly answer this? x////Dc

You thirsty anon you!

This is gonna sound silly, but I actually had to look up what a thrist fic was. I kinda knew what that was? But not exactly? And afterwards googling it, I-- ahhhh still don’t have a good grasp on the best way how to write that pspspspsp orz (I am sorry please for give my demi brain, sometimes I understandy- other times I stare at it with the most logic brain ever and it goes right over my head haha)

Since all three of them caught your eye. I can talk a little bit about them, if that would suffice? ://D

Mostly the pumpkin heads were a character design challenge and I didn’t think too, too hard on their personalities, though I do have some generalized thoughts that I can share from while I was drawing them!

The Jack-O-Lantern Pumpkin: Heckle

He has the most grounded personality of the three since someone was also interested in him! And I wrote that short! Design wise was absolutely inspired by the halloween trickster kind of character archetype.

Giggly, giddy, and goofy! A mischevious imp.

Most noticablly enjoys dressing up and giving mortals a good fright or playing pranks on them when the veil between worlds is thin. They enjoy sneaking around in corn mazes especially, mascerading as a scarecrow to spook unsuspected passersby. Those who get lost in mazes that seem to go on forever is part of his doing. And why wouldn't he be a pal and come along to get you back safe and sound? Though while he enjoys scaring folks he isn't exactly malicious. And if he realizes he has taken a joke too far will drop his act. Will stop his shenanigans to soothe / aid scared children too. A lost child can be found with a grinning pumpkin as a token apology gift and has been given lots of candy (much to their agreived parents.)

Like that sign that says, “Unattended children with be give espresso and a free puppy” ? Have you ever seen that one? Because that’s really along the lines of what Heckle does do.

Heckle in recent years of bounding around in the human world has realized as advancements in technology has grown so exponentially, that his own image can pass easier amoungst the many other sea of costumes that are out and about on Halloween. And he LOVES that! If there isn’t any reservations at your Halloween Party, he’ll probably be there. Heck, he will probably we there even if it was an exclusive party. He is tricky like that.

In a relationship, I see Heckle as being a PEST.

Playfully bantering with you, telling jokes, doing silly things. (Might be a little bit of a cheeky pervert under the right conditions)

But all in all, if your scowl breaks into a smile, or even-- gasp-- laughter?? He has done his job well and will continue with gusto.

Queensland Blue: Unnamed

Her design is most influenced by the Headless Horseman I think. And I see her personality balanced between Heckle and the Fairytale pumpkin. Has a streak of mischief to her, but will stand up for what she thinks is right. Will bend or break some rules along the way to make sure good people get what they deserve. And will also see to it, that wicked folks get there come'uppins. Is a hellion to those who think they can belittle others.

And what better way to knock pompous primadonnas down a few pegs, than a real good scare?

She has a protective streak, and also possibly a jealous one too? Strong willed and typically level headed until something clashes with her morals. Then the sword is drawn. (Figuratively and literally)

As a lover I feel like she would need someone that she could feel safe to let her guard down around. Even if it's for a just a short period of time? Perhaps a secret romantic? She will never admit it.

Fairytale: Unnamed

Fairytale has the most moral compass out of the other two. Heart of gold. Nay, you shan’t scare the kind people! Have at thee evil do’er! What you would expect from a gallant prince that has come to sweep you off your feet! Tender hearted and a little naive to the evil that is around them. They choose to be kind first and foremost. Sometimes that gets them into trouble, they are also reckless when it comes to matters of the heart. If something strikes them as immoral, it's definately act first, think later. :'3c

Also is the most romantically inclined, has big dreams of finding their one true love whom they will serenade with love songs, and take them on a romantic carriage ride through the night. 💫

[novumtimes]

This New Platform Is Making It Easier to Visit Australias Great Barrier Reef Responsibly

Australia’s Great Barrier Reef Marine Park’s length is equivalent to that of the entire west coast of the U.S., yet accounts for 10 percent of the entire planet’s coral reef ecosystems — that’s nearly 3,000 coral reefs, 300 coral cays, 600 continental islands, and 150 inshore mangrove islands.  For years, the natural reef has been in extreme danger, a combination of rising ocean temperatures, water pollution, and climate patterns. The damage can most tangibly be seen with four massive coral bleaching events within seven years, evidence of the havoc that climate change and human impact are having on the delicate (and essential) ecosystem. So last week, Tourism Tropical North Queensland launched the Guardian of the Reef, a platform that helps travelers learn more about the World Heritage Site and better understand how to travel there responsibly. Developed with the consultation of the Great Barrier Reef Marine Park Authority, travelers can learn about the best practices through educational videos and fast facts—and be rewarded with discounts on travels to the area through Expedia, a partner of the program.  Eric Fisher, the biology manager on board the Reef Magic pontoon. Luke Marsden/Courtesy of Guardian of the Reef In addition to the discount incentives, participants can also reach a virtual ocean floor on the platform, earning them the ability to enter a drawing for a trip to the Great Barrier Reef, as well as unlocking other experiences, like staying at Australia’s first underwater accommodation, Reefstay with Cruise Whitsundays with a private guided snorkel safari.  But, of course, the greatest reward is becoming a more eco-friendly traveler, as the program aims to help visitors support more local sustainable businesses, treat the reef with respect, learn about the current issues, and appreciate the cultural importance of the area.  “Understanding your impact on the Reef is the first step to acting with greatness,” Mark Olsen, CEO of Tourism Tropical North Queensland, said in a release shared with Travel + Leisure. Snorkelling off of Pumpkin Island, in Australia’s southern Great Barrier Reef. Courtesy of Tourism and Events Queensland The platform also highlights the 142 eco-certified operators in the area, including citizen science tours with Be a Marine Bio with Passions of Paradise, the Lady Musgrave Experience zero carbon footprint pontoon, and a Tropic Wings electric bus tour to a rainforest.  “This world-first program gives global reach to the mantra of See it. Love it. Protect it,” Eric Fisher, GBR Biology and Reef Unlimited marine biologist and master reef guide, said in a statement. “Our Great Barrier Reef operators see this every day when their passengers walk away from their Great Barrier Reef experience with a new appreciation of the diversity and beauty of the world’s largest ecosystem and a greater understanding of the current health of the reef.” With the Expedia Group finding in its 2022 sustainability study that 90 percent of travelers consider more sustainable options when traveling, the Guardian of the Reef aims to funnel that desire into practice for those who visit the destination often considered one of the wonders of the natural world. Source link via The Novum Times

[statelibraryqueensland]

Happy Spooky Season!

Pumpkin harvesting on a farm near Marburg, 1920, John Oxley Library, State Library of Queensland. Negative number 39973.

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[izzypoopypoo]

Australia

What up guys, time to be an Aussie.

Day One

I'm going to Queensland, and I'm going to stay in the Reef suite.

Here's me, I'm a white man with my white girlfriend, and we are #Aussies. We got here through a scenic cruise through the Whitsundays.

OH MY GOD, I'M STARVING, WHAT DO WE EAT AS AUSSIES???

Luckily, these reef suites provide me and my white girlfriend this beautiful view as we gobble down our meals.

Some popular foods in Australia include meat pie, pumpkin soup, kangaroo, fish and chips, the list goes on. But I'm going to devour their national dish: roast lamb.

I'm not gonna lie, this looks so good..... mmmgmh YUMMY IN MY TUMMY

Okay, now we are bored out of our minds, so it's time for some recreation. SCUBA DUBA TIME. For our first dive, it unfortunately will cost us a hefty $169, but trust I'll find a way to lower that sum. We'll be scuba diving at the outer Great Barrier Reef with some verified instructors. Then, I will drown them and take over.

So now I've drowned my diving instructor. While I'm in the Great Barrier Reef I'm going to find Steve Irwin's spirit and repent the sin I just committed.

"Hello, Steve."

"Hello. Isabella."

He speaks English as most Aussies do. But his accent is like British if it were freaky.

"ISABELLA, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!!"

[testormblog]

The Outback

I thought Dad’s annual family rail pass to be a tremendous privilege.  So did he.  If only, he and Mother would visit interesting places.  I no longer wished to wade in Southport’s still water to Mother’s allowed depth of twenty centimetres.  Regrettably, Dad didn’t like leaving the local area except to go to his beloved races or Southport.  Perhaps, he believed he needed government permission.  Mother though wished to see outside our small corner of Queensland.  She had visited relatives scattered further afield.

Once, Dad did relent to Mother’s wishes.  He agreed we could take the train from Brisbane to Dirranbandi, though without my five year old brother.  I found this funny named place on the map in my purloined Queensland Rail Country Timetable Book, my Railway Bible.  We were going to the Outback!

The two days, we’d be away, didn’t seem a long time.  How wrong I’d be!  I was excited to be travelling a great distance, further than Toowoomba to where Mother and I had previously travelled.  I didn’t worry about where I’d sleep.  Afterall, one didn’t sleep on an adventure.

At 6 am, we caught the first City train, took a tram across the bridge from South Brisbane to Roma Street and connected with the mixed goods and passenger train to Dirranbandi.  The long train had goods wagons and first and second class carriages.  The carriages were identical except first class cost more.  Posh people didn’t want to sit with the riff raff, which was nearly everybody.  Dad’s pass entitled us to first class tickets and a whole compartment to ourselves.

The train’s C-16 steam engine made good time until it reached the base of the Great Dividing Range.  I loved the train’s rhythmic motion, its constant chugging noise and the whistles its engine driver blew.  I didn’t mind the coal soot that was sucked into our carriage.  I glued myself to the window.  I didn’t want the train to reach our destination.  That meant the wonderful sights flying past my window would end.

The Lockyer Valley’s market garden farms passed by.  Draught horses with ploughs toiled in paddocks.  Potatoes, cabbages and cauliflowers grew in orderly rows.  The pumpkin vines were disorderly, occupying whole paddocks.  The train crossed flowing creeks.  Everywhere was picturesque and green.  At Helidon, men coupled a second steam engine behind the guard’s van.  The front engine pulled and the rear engine pushed the train slowly around the mountain range’s bends.  I saw rainforest and waterfalls.  At Spring Bluff Train Station, close to the range’s top, I had a vast view of the valley below.

Then the train picked up speed until it arrived in Toowoomba.  At the city’s station, the second engine and some carriages were uncoupled.  Goods wagons were exchanged too.  A new crew started.  My family sat on a bench eating our packed lunch for the couple hours.

The train pulled out at dusk.  Darkness surrounded it; yet inside, it was dimly lit.  It crossed the Darling Downs wheatlands.  I had the strange sensation of moving through the blackness without having any sense of direction as to where I was going.  The train’s motion rocked me into a fitful sleep.  Each time it stopped at a station or a siding, I awoke with a start.  I peered through the window at wooden place name signs.  By the middle of the night, it chugged into the city of Warwick where more wagons were exchanged.

On and on the train travelled further west.  Just when I thought the night would never end, the sun peeped on the horizon at Inglewood.  I watched its fiery ball rise to heaven and paint the sky in brilliant orange.  The sky seemed wider here than at home and the sunrise more magnificent.

I was in the Outback!  The countryside was foreign to me.  Parched yellow grass and spangly grey bushes of lignum dotted the flat plains of black soil.  These stretched far and wide.  The creeks were dry beds of sand and the rivers mere streams.  The rivers’ names, the Macintyre, the Weir, the Moonie and the Balonne, meant nothing to me but later in life they’d indelibly inscribe themselves in my memory.

I thought the environment was inhospitable.  Yet, it was crowded with animals.  The land appeared to be rolling with mobs of hundreds of kangaroos hopping across it.  Before, I had only seen a kangaroo on the Australian penny.  Crows picked at the unlucky dead ones that had been caught in the railway fences.  Thousands of sheep grazed on the plains too, right up to the tracks.  Flocks of birds flew overhead.  To my delight, I saw a whole flock take off from the ground at once.  I identified galahs, budgerigars, cockatoos and quarrians.  If only I could trap some of these birds to take home.  So much money flew above me!

The train took on water and exchanged mail bags with stockmen on horseback at sidings and tinpot stations.  At Noondoo, it pulled up beside a huge homestead to offload supplies.  Amidst nowhere, a stockman waved the train down and boarded it carrying a saddle over his shoulder and meagre belongings in his hands.  His craggy face resembled the cracked earth of the plains.

The new day brought heat I hadn’t experienced before, and by midmorning, was burning hot.  When I jumped from the train in Dirranbandi at eleven o’clock, my eyeballs fried from the heat and glare.  On the platform, wool bales were stacked ready for loading.  The large station was a major hub in Australia’s wool empire during the 1950’s wool boom.  We were at the end of the line.  Dad felt homesick.  He had been away from home just over a day.  Fortunately for him, the train would depart for Brisbane in three hours’ time.

The town, if it could be called that, had two pubs, a few essential type businesses but nothing for us to see.  Dad went to Mc Gregor’s Hotel to quench his thirst and ease his homesickness whilst Mother and I found a cafe.  Good fortune shone on Dad there.  He stumbled upon the local police sergeant, whom he had gone to school with.

We departed on time at two.  Sunset happened at the same spot as sunrise.  Thus, I didn’t see the wheatfields on my return either.  After sixty hours travel, we arrived home in the clothes we started in.  Mother was keen to tell her clients she had travelled to places they hadn’t.  Dad swore he’d not leave home again.  I thought I’d never be lucky enough to go back.

Alas, those black soil plains wove a spell on me.  The saying, ‘Go west young man.’, wedged itself in the back of my mind.  When the chance to return came, I did.  Next time, I’d drive and would travel the route many times.  Thankfully, the round trip by road would be a shorter fourteen hours.

The Outback was a hot blooded temptress with a coin.  One side was marked fortune and the other, hardship.  I didn’t fear it.  The four years, I’d later spend in it, would determine how lucky I’d be in life.

[mr880fan]

Pumpkin Carrot Soup With Ginger

  This pumpkin carrot soup recipe is creamy and fragrant. Perfect for enjoying on cold days.

This pumpkin carrot soup is super simple but has a lot of flavor. The base is fresh pumpkin and carrots, but fresh ginger is added. Both pumpkin and carrot are versatile and pair well with many different flavors. Pumpkins and carrots are packed with vitamins like vitamin C and beta carotene, which are great for the immune system. Serve this carrot pumpkin soup recipe with a hunk of crusty bread and a dollop of yogurt or sour cream. Try this creamy roasted carrot pasta next!

The ingredients

Find the ingredient amounts for this nutritious pumpkin soup listed in the printable recipe card at the bottom of this post. Here is a rundown of what you will need. - Fresh sweet pumpkin or a sweet squash.  - Carrots - Fresh sweet carrots pair well with the pumpkin. - A large onion - Olive oil - Fresh garlic cloves - Ginger - Fresh ginger gives the soup a great kick. - Vegetable broth or chicken broth - A good quality broth/stock is a must for a delicious soup. - Fresh lemon juice - just a touch to make the soup a little zingier. - Roasted pumpkin seeds for topping - Yogurt or cream for topping. Yogurt or cream brings richness to the soup. The yogurt also brings a tanginess to contrast the soups' sweetness. You could also add a drizzle of coconut milk to make it a vegan soup. - Salt and black pepper to taste, or chili flakes if you like heat.

Best pumpkins for soup

When it's pumpkin season, you'll find pumpkins everywhere! The type of pumpkin used in this delicious pumpkin carrot soup makes a big difference in texture and flavor. There is a variety of pumpkin or hard winter squashes you can use for soups and the best varieties have a flesh that becomes smooth and sweet when cooked. They may be labeled sugar pumpkins or baking pie pumpkins. The more decorative pumpkins used as Halloween props (like the Jack-o-lantern pumpkins) can be quite bland, stringy, and watery. Here are some delicious pumpkin varieties that can be used for pumpkin soup recipes. - Jarrahdale - Cinderella - Autumn Gold - Golden Nugget - Queensland Blue - New England Pie Pumpkin - Cinderella - Sugarpie - Crown - Musque de Provence - Kabocha squash - Acorn squash - Butternut squash

Equipment

Immersion blender - Also known as a stick blender. It is the easiest to blend the soup until it's nice and creamy. You could use a regular blender or food processor too but you'll need to let the soup cool down first before blending it that way.

Method

Peel and chop the carrots and the pumpkin. The pumpkin cooks a bit faster than the carrots so you can cut the pumpkin slightly bigger than the carrot. Dice the onion into small pieces and crush the garlic cloves. In a large pot, heat the olive oil over medium heat. Add the onions and cook until softened and starting to caramelize, stirring occasionally. Add garlic cloves and ginger and stir for 30 seconds until fragrant. Add in the diced pumpkin and chopped carrots and cook for 30 seconds, stirring to coat. Pour over the vegetable or chicken stock and the lemon juice. Bring the soup to a simmer and let it simmer on low-medium heat until the cooked vegetables are soft, around 15-20 minutes. Let the soup cool slightly, then use an immersion or high-speed blender to blend it until smooth and creamy. Season it according to taste. If the soup is too thick, add more stock or water to bring the soup to your desired consistency. Serving Serve the soup hot. Add a drizzle of cream, natural yogurt, or a dollop of sour cream on top of the soup and a sprinkle of roasted pumpkin seeds. It's the perfect soup for a cold night!

Storing

Leftover soup, once at room temperature, can be stored in an airtight container in the fridge for up to 3 days. It can also be frozen in a freezer-safe container for up to 3 months.

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Full Recipe

Pumpkin Carrot Soup

Yield: 6 Prep Time: 10 minutes Cook Time: 20 minutes Total Time: 30 minutes This pumpkin carrot soup recipe is creamy and fragrant. Perfect to enjoy on a cold day. Ingredients - 900g / 2lb fresh pumpkin - 450g/ 1lb fresh carrots - 120g (1 medium) yellow onion - 3 cloves garlic - 2 teaspoons fresh ginger, grated - 1 ½ Tablespoons olive oil - 1 - 1.25L (4-5 cups) vegetable stock or chicken stock - ½ tablespoon fresh lemon juice - Salt and pepper to taste - To serve - Yogurt or cream - Roasted pumpkin seeds Instructions Peel and chop the carrots and the pumpkin. The pumpkin cooks a bit faster than the carrots, so you can cut the pumpkin slightly bigger than the carrot. Dice the onion, slice the garlic cloves, and grate the ginger. Heat the olive oil over medium heat in a large pot. Add the onions and cook until softened and starting to caramelize, stirring occasionally. Add garlic cloves and ginger and stir for 30 seconds until fragrant. Add the diced pumpkin and chopped carrots and cook for 30 seconds, stirring to coat. Pour over the vegetable or chicken stock and the lemon juice. Bring the soup to a simmer and let it simmer on low-medium heat until the cooked vegetables are soft, around 15 minutes. Let the soup cool slightly, then use an immersion or high-speed blender to blend it until smooth and creamy. Season it according to taste. If the soup is too thick, add more stock or water to bring the soup to your desired consistency. Serve with yogurt or cream. Nutrition Information: Yield: 6 Serving Size: 1 Amount Per Serving: Calories: 132Total Fat: 4gSaturated Fat: 1gTrans Fat: 0gUnsaturated Fat: 3gCholesterol: 1mgSodium: 622mgCarbohydrates: 22gFiber: 4gSugar: 11gProtein: 3g   Source link Read the full article

[anderssein23]

Das Blubbern von Glück

Themen: Außenseiter, Streit, Familie, Freundschaft, Tod, Depression, Mut

Inhalt: Candice Phee, wegen ihrer orangeroten Haare auch „Pumpkin“ genannt, lebt mit ihren Eltern in einem kleinen Ort im australischen Bundesstaat Queensland. In der Schule wird sie oft gehänselt und wird bei dem Spitznamen „I.Le.“ gerufen, einer Abkürzung für „individuelle Lernförderung“. Ihre Mutter leidet seit dem Tod von Candices Schwester an einer schweren Depression und ihr Vater hat sich seit einem heftigen Streit um die gemeinsame Firma mit seinem Bruder im Schuppen verschanzt, um dort Computerprogramme zu schreiben. Candice möchte aber glücklich sein und beschließt deshalb, etwas gegen die „kaputte“ Familie zu unternehmen. Ihr Mitschüler Douglas, ein Junge, der nach seiner eigenen Beschreibung nach aus einer anderen Dimension kommt, hilft ihr dabei.

Kritik: Das Blubbern von Glück ist ein schöner Film über Freundschaft und dem Willen der kleinen Candice, ihre Familie zu vereinen. An manchen Stellen wirkt er allerdings etwas unrealistisch und überzogen.  So zum Beispiel die extrem bunten knalligen Farben, die machen den Film fast zu kindlich. Trotz allem ist es ein sehenswerter Film mit Happy End.

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