Sometimes I don't feel like an American at all. Last night I carved a pumpkin for the first time in my life. I don't know how that happened... maybe it wasn't huge in Puerto Rico when I was growing up? We did have Halloween though... no clue. I never did it in college either. There are a lot of American traditions or pop culture thingies that I absolutely didn't participate in, growing up. I haven't seen 90% of the 1980s movies that everybody quotes all the time (although I did fanatically watch
Flight of the Navigator over and over for years). I just saw
The Breakfast Club in 1999. I just saw
High Fidelity this past summer. Name the movie and I probably have not seen it. Same with television shows (that one is even worse).
Anyway, it was definitely about time for this pumpkin thing. I did it at my apartment with my roommate and our mutual friend, Hobart.
I made one to match my mood.
I toasted these with salt afterwards. Also something I had never done (or eaten).
I'll take more photos when they're lit; they'll be on my
Flickr photo stream.
