Did I tell you that I was going to carve a pumpkin last night? I don't remember telling you that. But if I did, I lied. I watched. I took lots of pictures. I ate some really good food. But I didn't carve anything. In fact, my pumpkin came home intact.
The Hunny and I belong to a small group from church which meets on Thursday nights. We eat, we talk about Bible stuff (currently discussing - sometimes in a most spirited fashion - the fruit of the Spirit). We're all dog lovers. And tonight, instead of fruit, we carved gourds. I use "we" loosely. I'm more of a voyeur when it comes to carving Jack.
First, the food! There were candied and carmelled apples. Pumpkin pies (from my pumpkins of last year, pureed in my freezer) and punch. Tostadas and hominy. Yummy stuff everywhere! I guess there really was fruit, huh?
Next, all the children (who usually aren't welcome on Thursday nights) ran to the back porch to carve! Last night was balmy and beautiful. Mmm!
Quite a few adults were left inside, chatting and ignoring the pumpkin vivisections happening practically under their noses.
And here are the results of the carving!
Oatmeal Head's has a unibrow.
Bugarroo's is puking.
Here's a shot of all the pumpkins in a row!
And this dog? I just love her eyes.
Yes indeed. A good time was had by all. Happy Friday everyone! Stay safe!
Until I write again ...