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.