Holiday Bonus: Pumpkin Preservation

Hello, there, and Happy Columbus Day! As much as I understand that Columbus did not really discover America and enjoy reading about opinion pieces about retracting the holiday, I confess to wanting it to continue, if only for the much-needed day off.

Last week was pretty rough. Like “crying at the car repair shop” and “questioning my life choices” rough. Nothing terrible happened, just a long string of deadlines and miscommunications and restless nights and broken keys. When things get rough, I tend to retract a bit; I stay in and try to live vicariously through The Barefoot Contessa on Netflix. And then I organize my house while trying to think of a Halloween costume and then I admire my PUMPKINS!

My beautiful, bright orange pumpkins that Husband and I picked all by ourselves have far outlasted all of our neighbors’ distraught, half-eaten remnants of vegetation. Want to know the secret? Bleach! Just spray it over the whole or carved pumpkin and you have a deterrent much stronger than black pepper or bug spray. It protects from small animals and early decay–here’s hoping it will also protect from obnoxious teenagers trying to take “Smashing Pumpkins” music a bit too literally.

So, there you go: the New World has been found and the pumpkins have been saved. Sounds like a reason to celebrate to me.