There’s a first time for everything, right? That’s what they say. Well, not sure about “everything,” but this Sunday was my first time to carve a pumpkin. Let’s be honest, I didn’t grow up in this country, I moved to America at the age of 13, and Halloween and its traditions were not part of my childhood. Who knows, perhaps at the age of 13 I thought I was too mature to dress up in costumes and carve pumpkins.
Fast forward a “few” years ahead. I’m no longer 13. I’m still mature, but couldn’t pass on the offer to carve pumpkins at a friend’s house on a Sunday afternoon. While contemplating my artful master piece, my mom suggested I do maple leaves! And I thought “why not?!” I love the fall, I adore seeing the trees in all their glory as they change into crimson, golden, orange and burgundy colors. And so it was decided – I was going to pick up a few fallen maple leaves and use them as a template for my first carved pumpkin.