Halloween – the Jack o’ Lantern’s bar mitzvah. After a solid month and a half of carving pumpkins, the big day finally came. In honor, I kept this week’s Elizabeth pretty close to the iconic jack o’ lantern look: scary-yet-happy, lots of triangles, classic. She’s also the first one to glow, which I think looked awesome.
I put Elizabeth out late night Saturday (Mischief Night). Due to the circumstances, I wasn’t that confident she’s actually make it to the big day. When I went to survey the damage Sunday morning, my fears only heightened. For the entire walk, smashed pumpkins were strewn across the sidewalk. It was a pumpkin slaughterhouse, and I was sure mine had succumb to the same fate.
But she hadn’t! Elizabeth lived to usher in the light of Halloween. Seeing her in one piece was a real gift, as well as a great culmination of the respect and pseudo-relationship I’d grown with the LES through these pumpkins.
I spent the rest of the day eating Elizabeth’s insides with Laura via delicious pumpkin soup (details to come) and, later, hanging out with friends to watch the parade. When I got back to the apartment late Sunday night, I saw briefly from my cab window that Elizabeth had endured her fated, high-velocity meeting with the New York City sidewalk, but that’s okay. I mean, it was a smashed pumpkin on Halloween. That’s what they’re there for.
*** My friend Joe (also responsible for the Dogfish link) gave me a heads-up to this post on ediblemanhattan.com. It took me a long time to make the same realization (“wait… pumpkins are food, aren’t they?”) and it’s good to see both the obliviousness and awakening repeated.