I Did Not Miss a Plate

I survived stuffing myself on stuffed pumpkin! The only lasting effect was that I was less hungry this morning, so I just had a light breakfast of first cut timothy. Then I got back to work searching the literature for examples of enchanted objects. And then, around noon, the aroma of baking wafted into the library. I discovered that I was, once again, as hungry as a horse. Spike had baked a pumpkin cake and whipped up an apple butter icing for it.

We had pumpkin soup followed by pumpkin pot pie and a pumpkin, hay, lentil and mushroom goulash, washed down with pumpkin spice hot chocolate milk. The pumpkin cake was for dessert. I ate too much, again. We all went for a long walk after lunch to settle our stomachs. We really ought to have another potluck supper soon.