Another year, another pumpkin to go crazy on! Since Spawnbeast is too young to play with sharp things, Husbeast and I decided on pumpkin fun should wait until after bedtime.
Cue the gin & tonics and the matching aprons:
Someone was way too excited about the sharp things…
Before the carnage:
(mini pumpkins for scale)
Husbeast was the keeper of the sharp things and I was keeper of the seeds. Just as I had hoped, this pumpkin had quite the yield of seeds. I think I’ll get at least three batches of roasted seeds out of this pumpkin!
Cleaning the seeds is always a bitch. My two colander approach seems to work the best.
Note to self: a salad-spinner is not a short cut to drying seeds. As my Facebook/Twitter followers saw, it ended badly. Thankfully no seeds were harmed. These bad boys are drying until tomorrow:
Back to the husbeast. We took inspiration from a whippet friend who posted a picture of a whippet jack-o-lantern. Husbeast free-handed the design and then sat with a pairing knife and carved out the design. Here he is, mid-carve:
And here is his hard work:
But here’s the real test! I had to dig out a votive candle out of the deep depths of the junk drawer. Out go the lights and….
Ta-da!!! If it wasn’t so yucky out, I’d put it outside right now! Husbeast and I had fun making a complete mess of the kitchen and then sitting in the dark looking at a dissected pumpkin. We of course cracked the “now we have three demonic whippets” joke. Enza gave us the stink eye and trotted off to a cavebed.
Off to go scrub pumpkin guts off my face. This week it’s pumpkin, next week: apple.