After our adventure into teenage superhero land last night, we cleared off the coffee table, got out our favorite carving knives and went to town on three pumpkins that had taken up residence on our patio.
Why three? One for me. One for Babyface. And one for Puppyface, of course. She always picks out a small, white pumpkin.
In order to properly carve, you need the correct Halloween fuel. Which is obviously hot apple cider.
Look at this expert destemming technique. My husband’s list of talents never seems to end.
Deep in concentration creating a masterpiece. No, we don’t have any kids. Yes, we have a giant basket of Crayola washable markers. For just such an occasion.
Puppyface supervised. Not having opposable thumbs makes pumpkin carving a wee bit difficult.
Once the masterpieces were planned, it was time to pull out the ole trusty knife and do the time-honored tradition of nearly cutting off a finger. Or, if you are my husband, you just get out your Dremel and create a pumpkin crime scene.
I went the traditional knife and limb-jeopardizing route.
And the Dremel worked out well. Minus the pumpkin guts sprayed all over our entertainment unit.
While we were doing our thing, Puppyface did some pumpkin planning of her own. She might not be able to carve it, but she can certainly be the brains behind this operation.
She feels a special kinship to the one-eyed, one-horned flying purple people eater. So she requested a cyclopsekin.
And was only moderately interested in the results.
We make a good team. In life, and in pumpkin form.
While pumpkin carving is totally awesome. You know I have an ulterior motive. And that ulterior motive is Ashley’s recipe for Rosemary Garlic Pumpkin Seeds.
Rinsing the pumpkin seeds was the hardest part. And once I figured out that the seeds float, and the pumpkin guts don’t, it was easy peasy.
Let them dry out on a tea towel overnight. Today, I mixed up Ashley’s recipe (following it exactly, plus adding 1/4 t. red pepper for a kick), roasted away and are in love with the results.
It is possible I can’t stop eating them.
And possible that I am eating them as I am typing this.
She was totally right, go make them right now. RIGHT NOW.