Based on the Boston Globe Magazine, 2005 November 13
Serves 6.
The sweetest sugar pumpkins measure about 6 to 7 inches across and weigh about 3 pounds each. You can also use the smaller 1 1/2-pound pumpkins. Set the oven at 450 degrees. Wash the pumpkins to remove any dirt. With your hands, snap off the stems. Halve the pumpkins through the stem end. Use a spoon to scoop out the seeds. Set the pumpkin halves on a rimmed baking sheet, cut sides down. Roast them for 50 to 60 minutes or until the flesh is tender when pierced with a skewer. Set them aside to cool. With a large spoon, scoop the flesh from the pumpkin skins and puree it in a food processor.
In a heavy-based saucepan, melt the margarine. Add the onion and chili pepper and cook over medium heat for 10 minutes, stirring often, or until the onion softens. Add the ginger and cook for 2 minutes, stirring often.
Stir in the pumpkin puree, then the stock, a little at a time, until the mixture is smooth. Stir in the coconut milk with salt and pepper. Bring the mixture to a boil. Turn down the heat, and simmer the soup for 5 minutes.
Ladle into 6 bowls. Arrange the garnishes in small bowls and let the guests add their own toppings to the soup.
Like an expensive sports car, fine-tuned and well-built, Portia was sleek,
shapely, and gorgeous, her red jumpsuit moulding her body, which was as warm
as seatcovers in July, her hair as dark as new tires, her eyes flashing like
bright hubcaps, and her lips as dewy as the beads of fresh rain on the hood;
she was a woman driven -- fueled by a single accelerant -- and she needed a
man, a man who wouldn't shift from his views, a man to steer her along the
right road: a man like Alf Romeo.
-- Rachel Sheeley, winner
The hair ball blocking the drain of the shower reminded Laura she would never
see her little dog Pritzi again.
-- Claudia Fields, runner-up
It could have been an organically based disturbance of the brain -- perhaps a
tumor or a metabolic deficiency -- but after a thorough neurological exam it
was determined that Byron was simply a jerk.
-- Jeff Jahnke, runner-up
Winners in the 7th Annual Bulwer-Lytton Bad Writing Contest. The contest is
named after the author of the immortal lines: "It was a dark and stormy
night." The object of the contest is to write the opening sentence of the
worst possible novel.
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