#5. We inherited two pumpkins this year from the generous woman across the apartment complex who moved out.
Carved those babies up and visited the pumpkin patch because our happy soon-to-be 2-year-old HAD to learn about pumpkins.
(Which she continued to call pumpkin patch for the remainder of the holidays. I just couldn’t correct her, it was too cute. “No honey. That’s a pumpkin. Not a pumpkin patch.”)
It was too big to fit in the freezer experiment.
And so once it started to go and its face showed slight signs of mold and caved in, it ended up in the trash. 😦
Next year—when we’re set up in the house. When we aren’t in transition. Next year when we’re settled….
We sure did enjoy those crazy pumpkins though. And the holidays glowed bright orange this year.