A pretty good pumpkin can be found down at the store, sitting on bales of hay. Not perfect ones, and especially not if you wait until the night before Halloween. Turns out the pumpkin pile is pretty picked over by then.
But we found four that would suit and after dinner, we got down to business.
The kids still hate the pumpkin guts and I may have helped one of them clean theirs out, just like when they were little.....
Getting down to the serious business of designing the perfect carved face.
Then end result looks pretty good......
But this is why I really do pumpkins:
These little fellows have been roasted and toasted and drizzled and salted and we may have feasted on them when they came out of oven, too hot and burning fingers and absolutely delicious!