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.
Brad says
I’ll be curious to see if those rings dry out. I’ve only ever seen pumpkins turn into a puddle of mush.
Beth says
Remember how Dad used to have to shovel our pumpkins off the front stoop in Knoxville? With the “show shovel”…I know now that the “snow shovel” was actually a grain scoop, which seriously cracks me up. But those liquified pumpkins… Oy.