With Halloween come and gone, I have four pumpkins to dispose of. (One of our preschoolers brought in a whole patch’s worth for the classrooms.) I don’t have a compost pile any more, but I do have a junky-looking back porch that was just begging for more trash.
Wait. That looked a little too nice. How ’bout we make it weirder?
Viola’! It’s supposed to be pretty nice over the next couple of days, so I think these might just dry out and not rot. Then they’ll make some mighty fine kindlin’!
By the way, I am not crazy. Long ago, pioneers would slice pumpkins into rings and dry them for later. I’m pretty sure that was in a Laura Ingalls Wilder book. Don’t ask me to eat these rings, though. They’re a bit moldy from sitting around in the classroom. Bleh.