A vivid memory I have of childhood (more importantly of my parents still married) was pumpkin carving night. We would buy our pumpkin and store it in the garage until a few days before Halloween. My mom hates rotting pumpkin and didn’t want trick-or-treaters to see a mushy pumpkin on the front stoop.
On pumpkin carving night my dad would cut open the pumpkin, but I do believe mom scooped the guts. That part I’m not so sure on. I do remember picking out the seeds and squishing the slimy mess between my fingers. We’d carve two triangle eyes, a triangle nose and a crooked mouth. The perfect Jack-o-Lantern.
My mom soaked the seeds overnight and roasted them the next day. It was agony to have to wait a. whole. day. for them.
These kinds of memories are what I take forward as I make the same for my son.
Last year I was so tired from being a new mom that Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas were kind of a blur. I am making a point to do things differently this year.
We’ve slowly been collecting pumpkins on our front stoop. I have 2 sugar pumpkins from the girlfriend’s gathering at Terry’s Berries (one of which will be dinner this week). 1 sugar pumpkin is from the boy’s preschool field trip to the pumpkin patch last week. But sugar pumpkins are eating pumpkins. They don’t have the best seeds for roasting and they don’t make the best jack-o-lanterns.
Yesterday, we went to the park to feed the ducks and on the way home we stopped at the “Vegetable Store.” They had slim pickins for pumpkins, but we found just the right one. Granted not the smallest, but still a good one. Ok… it weighed 38 pounds. More than my son.
Today was pumpkin carving day for us!
The trusty husband cut off the top, I scraped the guts and the boy picked out the seeds. Although there was much complaining about the slimy nature of the stuff until I smeared his hands with it. And just to note, a 38 pound pumpkin does not yield an overabundance of seeds.
Here are some highlights of our adventure.
A father son moment
Why did I give this man a knife again?
Please note the boy’s hair. Evidently pumpkin guts are a new hair product.
And, at last, our pumpkin.