You have to sing it like the guy from Fiddler on the Roof. TRAAAADITIOOOON! TRADITION! (Ha! Bet you'll be singing that all day.) The pumpkin has always been a tradition taken very seriously in my home. It begins with the hunt to find the perfect pumpkin (this year's is white one!), that one that speaks to you. The one that says "I will make THE best carving pumpkin on the planet". Then, the pumpkin has to rest for a week on a table that you pass by on a daily basis. The reason for this next step is so that you can contemplate what your carving is going to be, which is really the hardest part of pumpkin carving.
This year the tradition of pumpkin carving was shared with Zelda. We were supposed to do this at her Whores and Smores party, but I was the only one that brought a pumpkin for carving. Plus, by the time I made it to her house after the parade, I was so tired that all I wanted was to sit and drink cider. So Chris and I took sweet potato fries (Jersey Sweet potato) and hamburger (faux BBQ "beef" for me) fixings over to her house Tuesday evening for a simple evening of dinner, fried okra, laughter, The Biggest Loser, and pumpkin carving (see Zelda's pumpkin Cletus).
I had it in my head that I may be able to accomplish things around the house this week, but every evening so far I've had some sort of social event or teaching thing. The last thing I needed to be doing was hanging out at Zelda's carving a pumpkin. But you know what? That was the most relaxed, easy going evening I've had in weeks and probably, with out it, I would have most likely missed out on my most prized Holiday tradition.
I'm learning to love the chaos that surrounds me, but only like a relative you're forced to see about once or twice a year. Happy Love Thursday!