Pumpkin goes in everything. It can be sweet (pumpkin muffins, pumpkin cake, pumpkin spice coffee) and salty (pumpkin seeds, pumpkin ravioli, pumpkin soup). Outside of chocolate and cheese, pumpkin is the greatest food on earth. And I stand by that statement. I will not falter, and you will not convince me otherwise.
Our house has been a pumpkin frenzy lately. In the words of Soy, “I never knew someone could love one food so much until I met you and Jess”. (Jessica shares my affinity towards all things “punkin.” Punkin pie, punkin coffee, punkin cookies, omgpunkin!!!!)
So I was quite excited to get my hands on our first pumpkin of the season. I made two batches of seeds – one traditional, one spicy. I can’t tell you if the spicy ones were any good, as all my weakling mouth tasted was fire. How people can put hot sauce and chili powder on something as magical as pumpkin seeds, I’ll never know. But I digress.
Without the benefit of a carving kit, I went rogue on our little pumpkin family to make front porch décor.
Aren’t they lovely?
Yes, they were. Until hoodlums (as I can only assume they were, because who is that immature?) smashed them to pieces. They went down the whole block, throwing everyone’s pumpkins in the street.
Seriously? Do you KNOW how long it took me to carve serif numbers? Are you aware that you have ruined Smashing Pumpkin’s music for me? That I probably won’t be able to play one of the two songs in my Guitar Hero repertoire? Since “1979” is out, I’ll now only play “Message in a Bottle”.
That's on you, hoodlums.