I managed to carve the pumpkin.
My first attempt.
Well, I had a bit of help.
Actually, I was only responsible for the face which wasn't the design I'd planned but hey ho.
In case you're wondering, it's supposed to be a cat.
And I didn't lose any digits in the process.
This is also the first year I've used the pumpkin's innards, making puree which went into a batch of pumpkin spice cupcakes (four down, plenty more to go) and roasting the seeds with a mix of ground fennel seeds, chilli flakes and sea salt à la Jamie. Predictably, neither have been well received by the other two here. Ah well, more for me.
This is usually a busy night in our street and we've already doled out plenty of treats from the big bowlful by the front door. Fingers are crossed that supplies don't run out.
I've lit a pumpkin spiced candle, there's a scary film to watch once the visits from the Trick or Treaters stop and a new book for bedtime.
I love Hallowe'en, me.