I hate the smell of fresh pumpkin. Hate it. The only pumpkin-flavored dish that I like is pumpkin cake (but who doesn’t???), and that’s about it. Anything in the gourd family is not my idea of a good vegetable. Period.
When it comes down to carving pumpkins, I have never enjoyed the craft. I particularly hated digging the guts out. So when Luke decided to roast the seeds last week, it was his job. And since I wasn’t going to be any help, he enlisted Piper’s support.
…and now for the true test of fun-ness: Taste! (which truly brings tears to my eyes thinking of the horrendous taste, and god awful texture, of raw pumpkin…)
That’s my girl.