Well, this happened yesterday. Garrett and I went on a quest to find a pumpkin. With 3 days until Halloween, I was sure there wouldn't be any nice ones left. I was wrong. There were big ones, small ones, fat and skinny. Row after row of bright orange resting on wooden pallets. There aren't any real "patches" around us (none that I know of at least), so we tend to stick with this huge Catholic church down the street that sells them every year.
Does anyone else find it funny that churches sell pumpkins for Halloween? I guess it just boils down to my beliefs. I've never celebrated the "holiday", but I won't go into all the reasons why we choose not to. That's another post for another day! The only reason we buy pumpkins? So I can make fresh pumpkin pies and roasted pumpkin seeds ;)
We stopped to grab some lunch at Panera. Nothin' like a pumpkin spice latte, broccoli cheddar soup and half a turkey bacon bravo to make your tummy happy. After we had our fill, we headed to the pumpkin "patch" and I managed to pick one of the biggest pumpkins there. Gonna be making lots of pies in the weeks to come with that big ol' thing!