Growing up, carving pumpkins was a REALLY big deal in our house. My mom would spread newspaper over our farm-style kitchen table, place several big spoons and a few knives on the table and we’d all get to work.
Everyone in the family carved at least one pumpkin, including my parents. One of my parents would take care of the stem, but then leave us to scoop out the “gook,” as my sister and I so affectionately called it.
We’d place the gook in a big bowl on the table and my mom would go through it, clean off all the seeds and roast them in the oven for us to eat.
I don’t remember which I looked forward to more, carving pumpkins, or eating the roasted pumpkin seeds.
The road of a real food journey is scary. You question everything you eat, and wish you didn’t have to read the list of ingredients. After awhile though, you get into the swing of things and generally know what’s considered “safe,” and what should be avoided.
Sooner or later, you’ll stagger into the realm of natural medicine and the techniques you learned about food – questioning brands, reading labels, knowing less ingredients is usually better – will carry over to your medicine cabinet.
Friends, medicine is a scary, two-headed monster.