Its October! The time of year where the air in the Pacific Northwest is crisp and cool, heavy with the perfume of wood burning stoves. The leaves on the trees turning from their infamous green to all shades of yellows, auburn's, deep oranges and burnt browns. The Pumpkin Spice latte is back in full swing! (Yes I love me some Pumpkin Spice Latte) and I was able to haul out my suitcase of scarves and box full of boots. Additionally, my nightly ritual of lighting all 10 of my pumpkin candles scattered around my house is in full swing, (and I realize now I might have a slight pumpkin addiction.) However, October is my favorite month of the year and Halloween is my favorite holiday so if being a pumpkin - crazed addict is the worst thing that ever happens to me I feel like I’m doing a pretty good job.
As is the fall tradition that we are certainly not exempt from, this last Saturday my family and I made the small trek to our local farm ( Kruse Farms for you locals.) The Kruse Family has built quite the legacy with their public friendly farm. Their fruit stand is almost always busy, bursting to the seams with organic locally grown apples, walnuts, assorted veggies. It also has an entire wall full of homemade jams and a case full of homemade pies. It is amazing, it is the talk of the town. We pulled up to their pumpkin patch and Parker was off, winding through the bright green vines searching for the perfect “punkin.” It took about 5 minutes flat for the perfect punkin to makes itself known to the very picky 3 year old, and then the quest started anew for daddys and mammas punkins.
Legend has it that an Irishman named “Stingy Jack” was having a drink in a bar with the Devil one night. Being true to his name however, Stingy refused to pay for his own drink. So the devil turned himself into a coin and offered himself as payment for the beverages of both. Stingy decided to pull a fast one on the devil however, and instead of spending the coin put it in his pocket next to a silver cross. The devil was now trapped for the foreseeable future as a coin for as long as he was next to the cross. Eventually Stingy did release him on a promise the Devil wouldn't take his soul if he died. The Devil was tricked by Stingy one more time (although this is amazing to me because he’s like, the devil) and finally when Stingy died both God and the Devil denied access to their respective realms because he was that bad of a person. He was destined to walk the earth with only a glowing coal in a carved turnip to light his way. Thus the Irish called it “Jack of the Lantern” or simply, “Jack O'Lantern”
The more you know right?
Luckily for me and mine we did not have to trick the devil this day and carved cute little faces into our pumpkins because it’s what you do in 2017 and it’s fun and you don't have to worry about it lighting the way in some suspended universe.