Pumpkin Patch
Scooping out the guts
The Pumpkin's "after" picture

If you know me, you'd be familiar with my childhood and how it lacked
many of the typical American traditions that pretty much all youth born
here have experienced. I lost out on a lot of things that other
kids had, like decorating a Christmas tree (yeah, still haven't done
that in my 24 years of existence thus far), hiding a tooth for the tooth
fairy, watching Disney classics (still haven't had the chance to watch The Little Mermaid), or having
bedtime stories read to me to lull me to sleep. There was something
about moving to warmer weather here in Hawaii that transformed my
parents; they underwent a major lifestyle change from one filled with
lavish and conspicuous consumption that entailed a lot of socializing and parties, to one of parsimony and pragmatism, mostly revolving around work (and volunteering upon retiring from their lunch wagon business).
Pumpkin's "before" picture
When it came to holidays, my parents didn't really feel the need to be
festive and partake in such celebration. When I think about it, I guess
it turned out for the better since I feel like I wasn't spoiled because
of that. For example, to my parents, birthdays were meant for children
to show gratitude to their parent for all the sacrifices they made that
helped their child reach another year, which is very much the opposite
of the sentiment here where the child is the center of the celebration
for reaching another year. The basic conclusion I'm intending
to get is that I missed out on
many American traditions as a child, some of which became items on my
bucket list so that I could say I experienced them in my life.
Scooping out the guts
I wasn't initially planning on completing this pumpkin thing this year,
but a good friend who knew about my bucket list had kindly purchased a
carving kit for me and given it to me a few weeks ago (thank you!). There's no better
motivation to get something done than to have the encouragement of
others. Since it felt like someone was investing in my pumpkin
experience, how could I not do it?
Outline to be cut away
So
the next step in my quest to carve a pumpkin led me to my first trip
to a pumpkin patch. It was quite nice to roam around a field full of
orange pumpkins of all shapes and sizes. The anal person that I am, of
course, had to look at every single pumpkin before being satisfied with
my selection. After settling on one, I took it home.
Sister beginning the carving, Dad holding the pumpkin and posing
Now,
if I was going to make this a bucket list item, I couldn't pick just
any 'ole design. After searching through sites of templates, I finally
settled on an owl (hoo-hoo!)
By the way, people are pretty creative and talented with their pumpkin
carvings as I was researching various ideas. Google it and you'll see what I mean. My favorites are the
hamburger (and TMNT from watermelon).
Look of determination as I carve a narrow section
Setting
up for pumpkin carving is quite more work than I anticipated. First, I
cut the top off at an angle so it could serve as a "lid" for the
pumpkin. Pumpkins pack quite some stringy threads inside. Then my sister
and I drew the owl free-hand (she did a good job with the face, I did a
not-so-good job with the wings, body, and feet). Then came the carving. I
don't know about the rest of pumpkin carvers, but it was some pretty
serious business. It's not that easy to cut through the thick pumpkin
skin, and with precision nonetheless (hence, the jagged edges). I think
our design almost collapsed on the left side, but luckily it held.
The Pumpkin's "after" picture
After finishing the final product, we put a candle inside and lit it. Not too shabby.
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