It's a labor of love, the ooey, gooey mess and joy that goes with carving pumpkins. This year Ella really got into. We made her the keeper and sorted for the pumpkin seeds. It was a job she took quite seriously. As Daddy and Mommy scooped out the guts and helped sort out the seeds Ella collected them into pile after pile. Once the mouths were carved she decided the seeds needed to go back in the pumpkins. We somehow spared enough to roast after Ella had gone to bed. Daddy burnt most of them so it was an effort in futility.
This is hard work, if you do it the old fashioned way, and trust me we were working at scraping them as thin as possible. Mommy got a pumpkin that looked like it had warts all over it. Turns out it was a gourd and could not be carved. It looked creepy anyway.
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