50613. “Pumpkin compote in a masa shell,” she says. “It’s a new recipe I’m going to try this week.” “So, a pumpkin tamale? You know you can just call it a pumpkin tamale. Nobody’s going to be impressed because you used some fancy words.” Her mouth turns down. “Thank you for the editorial. Just try it.” I take a bite. It’s good. Better than I expected. The balance of cinnamon and nutmeg is perfect, a hint of allspice. And some ingredient I can’t place. Almost… coppery? But it works.” ― Rebecca Roanhorse, Hungry Hearts: 13 Tales of Food & Love
50612. “The pumpkin itself is a symbol for mortality. Like mortals, the pumpkin seed is planted in the darkness of the earth, where it is left to search for the light. When the plant finally sprouts, it travels along the ground, as if in search of its place in the world. Then, once the pumpkin has found its place, it blossoms into a fruit that towers above all others. And when the pumpkin is ripe, it’s a veritable life-giving force.” ― Seth Adam Smith, Rip Van Winkle and the Pumpkin Lantern