Before rushing off to the Faroes to see my beloved grandfather one last time, I made my first ever carved pumpkin.
Carving your own pumpkin alone...not that funny - and they smell strange as well. I had it all planned in my little knowing faroese head, that I could use the excess stuff to make soup - not happening! And no one told me about the fungus factor in a warm living room. Ohhh well my pumpkin looked great for at least two days :o)