I wanted to do a Halloween lesson. So we walked into a hasha, but I was discouraged seeing no garden, and we were led into a ger. It had a big deep hole in the middle and acted as a storage cellar. He had 5 small, but beautiful pumpkins. They didn't know what to do with them and his wife had made them into compote , which is how fruits are preserved.
Chunks float in fruit juice.
Pumpkin compote sounds gross, the fruit is good. My day ended with a beautiful, soft purple sunset against the thick clouds laying atop the, now white, jagged mountains. Monday went quickly as I got into the holiday spirit. The store lady didn't understand when I said I wanted a kilo of each of 4 candies. She started to give me just on kilo bag of a mix.