Mom bought a lovely pumpkin at the store this morning, and Annie and Jonathan had the honor of slicing it open and ripping out its intestines.
|Jonathan digging eagerly into the helpless orange blob.|
|Annie pulling out what she calls the 'soapy hair' strands of pumpkin intestine.|
|The now separated seeds and pulp.|
|And here, is the poor humiliated un-intestinalized pumpkin.|
They had a lot of fun as they complained about the slimy texture of the pumpkin pulp. We now wait eagerly for the seeds to be sprinkled with salt and toasted in the oven. (It's a delicious snack that we all enjoy.) And I'm not sure what will happen to the pulp . . . poor pulp.
Happy fall to you all!!
(Hey, I rhymed! I guess I'm a poet and just didn't know it!)