Peter and I carved pumpkins this year. Having never earned a merit badge for woodcarving, my pumpkins are usually of the generic nature. I spend about 15 minutes carving mine, while Peter is etching away with some fancy, in this case twisted, idea. It's hard to tell in the pictures, but his is the one with the top that is carved to resemble a brain. I wish they were from our own garden, but unfortunately we underestimated the power of squash bugs and our pumpkins were ready in early July and quickly rotted in the hot weather. Instead we bought them from our "next door" neighbor's market. Oh, and we roasted the seeds. Yum!
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