We don’t celebrate Halloween, but regardless, Cartcart suddenly was in the mood to find a pumpkin to carve (A spontaneity that I’ve never seen in him before)
He scooped out the flesh, put in some candles and switched off the lights. And we looked at the glowing pumpkin and breathed in the smell of roasted pumpkin.
Don’t worry about the pumpkin flesh, it wasn’t for naught! Risotto alla zucca for dinner!
And now our little friend sits happily terrorizing the denizens of our fridge.