Anybody who's had the unfortunate experience of being a Maggie cohabitor come late October knows my penchant for pumpkin carving. Street cred? I was into pumpkin carving before they made those patterns. (Full disclosure: I'm into it but I'm not that good. Totally full disclosure: 80% is about the pumpkin seeds.)
This year I pushed a record-breaking pumpkin home from Farmer's Market in our stroller. I scored two free pie pumpkins at the fall festival and participated in the 2-for-1 Kroger deal. Twice. And, Betty gifted me one. Basically, I had no excuse not to carve the shit outta some orange gourds and feed the town of Milford with my delicious Worcestershire Sauce seeds. No excuse except for two littles and an incredibly stressful carving session #1.
I knew it would be difficult, I mean, I didn't have umpteen hours to plan my design, break out the pottery tools and then, at the end, separate each seed. But, 2011 was good. And 2012 super fun. (I don't really remember carving anything in 2013, but apparently I did. Thank you, blog. And, thank you for giving me a record of Will's awesome hair.) Both produced heaps-o-carved gourds and seeds. But, this: knives, a "let me do it" toddler, goo, an "exploring my world orally" one-year-old, and an obsessive carver do not a happy family make.
So, for the record, we turned out one Maizey-designed, Mom-produced pumpkin and one sad, but delicious, batch of seeds. Which I unabashedly hoarded. At least it was great weather. (Especially nice to remember considering it snowed today.)
