It is autumn again, if you hadn’t noticed, and that means it is also pumpkin time. There are parts of pumpkin time I like, but I do not like the smell or taste of pumpkin in any form.
The best part of pumpkin season is quite possibly the trip to the pumpkin patch to find the perfect one to light up on Halloween. Oh, and speaking of lighting them up, there is one pumpkin smell that I don’t hate. When the inside of the pumpkin starts to burn after the candle is lit, I kind of don’t hate that smell.
I have always been a fan of pumpkin carving, but not the cleaning out part. My mom made the rule that if you wanted to carve the pumpkin, you had to do the dirty work. I remember every year, as I dumped my pumpkin innards on the newspaper she had spread out, that it just wasn’t worth it. The smell, coupled with the slime factor, grossed me out in ways my brother never could, though he did give it consistent effort.
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