Pumpkin Carving

Hello, everyone. The trees are starting to change color and the smell of the cool air makes me want to have a glass of apple cider. This year, with a little inspiration from Martha Stewart, I decided to carve some pretty pumpkins on my roof deck, and a pleasant Saturday afternoon, while my boyfriend was at work and none of my roommates were around. Delightful. See?

Not bad for a first timer, huh? That cat took seriously, like two hours.. even with Martha's help. Okay, fine, so I probably carved pumpkins as a kid with my Mom, but this was the first time on my own. All I remember from childhood pumpkin carving was that we saved the seeds and baked them. Of course my memory lies with the edible stuff.

One flavor I've never really liked growing up, and tend not to work with a lot now is... pumpkin. I know, weird. Who doesn't like pumpkin pie? I feel like every Thanksgiving dinner I go to, I need to defend myself. Seriously, pie lovers get hostile with me. I often change the subject to a more affable indulgence (like chocolate, or cheese, or wine), and dance around the pumpkin question. I just don't like it. I'm sorry. Now, hand over a slice of that apple pie! God, I love apples.

Happy Halloween, everyone!