Tonight, when I get off work, I'm going to go purchase a pumpkin. Not because of begger's night*. Not because we need another jack-o-lantern — we already have two. But because I love freshly roasted pumpkin seeds.
This weekend, after we carved our pumpkin, I saved the seeds, mixed them with a teaspoon of olive oil, a few dashes of salt, and then roasted them in the oven. Heaven! Oh, heaven! On Halloween.
And my son loved them, too. And he doesn't like anything.
*Back home in Des Moines, trick-or-treat night is referred to as begger's night. What do they call it where you live?