Travelling Hopefully - Pumpkin Edition

We passed through Turkey’s carrot country on our way to Cappadocia but once we arrived it was all about the pumpkins. In between the tortured rock formations, fairy chimneys and churches carved into holes in the stone there were pumpkins. Every flat piece of ground was given over to these bulbous orange plants.

You might think, therefore, that every meal would have abounded in pumpkin soup, roast pumpkin, grilled pumpkin, pumpkin with ice cream and pumpkin juice. You would have been wrong. I think I am yet to see a pumpkin adorning a dinner plate in any form whatsoever.

Pumpkins originated in Central America and have since colonised the world, including Turkey. According to my research they are one of the most popular winter vegetables in the country. Which doesn’t explain why I haven’t yet managed to eat one.

According to our guide the pumpkins in our region are harvested for their seeds or not. Apparently if the pumpkin price is not competitive then the pumpkins are simply left in the fields to fertilise the next generation of pumpkins. Essentially the pumpkins are eating their parents.

Of course cannibalising ones parents and other esteemed family members is a tradition in some ancient cultures. Painfully gained wisdom and positive attributes are thus passed on to the next generation. By this argument the pumpkins of Cappadocia must be some of the most gifted and knowledgeable in all the world. No wonder the Turks don’t want to eat them, they’re probably afraid of the uber pumpkins they have created. I give it a few more years before these hyped up psycho pumpkins erupt out of their fields and take over the world. At that point somebody is going to pay for Halloween.