I have many early memories of family outings to the pumpkin patch. Memories of hay rides and cider, and endless fields of corn shimmering in the late afternoon sunlight. It has been a while since I’ve picked my own pumpkin, so Saturday was like a return to childhood for me. There were so many pumpkins to choose from.
We found one that seemed like the perfect fit. Big enough to have lots of pumpkin seeds to roast (my favorite thing about pumpkins!), but not so big that it could do too much damage or create too big of a mess if one of the neighborhood kids decided to be a jerk and smash it.
We were happy with our pick and ready to deem the pumpkin patch a great success.
But wait! What about that delightfully orange globe over there?
It was the perfect size and shape, and an incredibly bright orange. We had to have it.
It’s just a little dirty. It’s still good. It’s still good. (TM Homer Simpson)
Sorry first pumpkin, you’ve been ousted. There can only be one winner in the great pumpkin battle and we know which one we’re taking home.
Stay tuned for Dan wielding a wild knife, and we say screw it to the hike and the crappy weather and head home to make soup…