As I write this, my house is full with the scent of baking pumpkin. I believe there are few more satisfying things in life than scooping out a pumpkin, baking it, then using it to bake pie served with butter pecan ice cream after a good hot dinner.
This would only be topped by having grown the pumpkin myself - maybe next year. I hope.
Today is the autumnal equinox, and I can't think of a better activity to celebrate by than pumpkin alchemy. I have to admit that many times I have thrown away the seeds out of sheer laziness, but today I carefully extracted them and toasted them with butter in a cast iron pan. Yum.
So here's to the changing of the seasons, the harvest, and the better aspects of humanity - like its ability to invent things like butter, cast iron pans, and pie.
But. Since this day is also an acknowledgment of the balance of dark and light, I am constrained to point out a little darkness. Like the fact that most people who make pumpkin pies do so with canned pumpkin.
Maybe compared to genocide and global warming this isn't such a travesty. Or maybe it is. Tune in next time to find out.