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The Horrific Graphic Tale of 2 Beautiful, Tragic Pumpkins
(spooky spelling and grammar included)
Samantha and her friend Ben went to do their weekly shopping. Before entering the Ziggly Health grocery store, she stopped and eyed the stacks of pumpkins and other odd colored gourds near the entrance. It was already October, and she was planning to get a pumpkin anyway. It was neither for jack o lanterns nor indoor displays. She already received a cedar basket full of small gourds from her aunt and uncle. The basket sat quaint on her coffee table.
“So, you’re really going through with this crazy 😝 evening activity?” asked Ben.
“Yes, I got the instructions.” Samantha gave a pumpkin to Ben to hold and picked up a second one for her to carry. They put the pumpkins into a shopping cart and pushed it inside the grocery store.
The two medium-sized pumpkins sat on Samantha’s kitchen countertop. They were organic and a beautiful shade of muted orange. Smooth to the touch. No bumps or bruises. The two pumpkins looked like a pair of cute sisters or brothers.
“You still got a week or two maybe three before they start rotting. Looks good with the coffee table.” Ben gestured to the basket of small gourds on the coffee table.
“The ritual is starting. It can’t—” Samantha paused. “—be denied.”
“Okay.”
Ben watched has Samantha raised her jaggy steak knife towards a pretty pumpkin 🎃. He nodded when she made her first cut on the top and make a circle ⭕️ with much effort. She took off the top with the stem. Taking a big spoon 🥄, Samantha began scooping out the poor lovely pumpkin’s guts and seeds.
“I guess I have no choice tooooo!” Ben pulled out another steak knife from a kitchen drawer. He worked cleaning out the second pretty pumpkin.
After removing the stringy pumpkin guts and seeds, they followed the next set of recipe instructions on Samantha's smartphone. They chopped up the two cute pumpkins into chunks with the skin on. The chunks were cut to fit into a large pot of water 💧 on the stove. Pot water boiled for 30 minutes until the chunks were soft and mushy. Samantha carefully poured out the hot water and pumpkin chunks from the pot into a large strainer. Samantha and Ben separated the skin and mashed up the boiled pumpkin bits in a mixing bowl.
She sprinkled some brown sugar, honey, cinnamon, and nutmeg powder into the bowl. Ben added a pinch of salt. Samantha mixed up the ingredients. Then, she covered the bowl with a plate to let the pumpkin stew in its remaining heat with the mixed ingredients. The recipe was completed.
“Next time pumpkin pie 🥧.” Ben relished the pumpkin massacre.
“One medium pumpkin is more than enough for me.” Samantha realized. “You can take the other half home and make your pie. Find a recipe if you need more or other ingredients and the baking temp and time.”
“Okay.” Ben replied.
But it wasn’t so ‘okay’ for the two beautiful, tragic pumpkins 🎃 that met a gory fate.
The End
🎃👻👽💀🎃🎃👻👽💀🤷♀️🎃😎😺
My pumpkin mushy sauté was not sweet, hehehehe. Happy Halloween! 😊
(spooky spelling and grammar included)
Samantha and her friend Ben went to do their weekly shopping. Before entering the Ziggly Health grocery store, she stopped and eyed the stacks of pumpkins and other odd colored gourds near the entrance. It was already October, and she was planning to get a pumpkin anyway. It was neither for jack o lanterns nor indoor displays. She already received a cedar basket full of small gourds from her aunt and uncle. The basket sat quaint on her coffee table.
“So, you’re really going through with this crazy 😝 evening activity?” asked Ben.
“Yes, I got the instructions.” Samantha gave a pumpkin to Ben to hold and picked up a second one for her to carry. They put the pumpkins into a shopping cart and pushed it inside the grocery store.
The two medium-sized pumpkins sat on Samantha’s kitchen countertop. They were organic and a beautiful shade of muted orange. Smooth to the touch. No bumps or bruises. The two pumpkins looked like a pair of cute sisters or brothers.
“You still got a week or two maybe three before they start rotting. Looks good with the coffee table.” Ben gestured to the basket of small gourds on the coffee table.
“The ritual is starting. It can’t—” Samantha paused. “—be denied.”
“Okay.”
Ben watched has Samantha raised her jaggy steak knife towards a pretty pumpkin 🎃. He nodded when she made her first cut on the top and make a circle ⭕️ with much effort. She took off the top with the stem. Taking a big spoon 🥄, Samantha began scooping out the poor lovely pumpkin’s guts and seeds.
“I guess I have no choice tooooo!” Ben pulled out another steak knife from a kitchen drawer. He worked cleaning out the second pretty pumpkin.
After removing the stringy pumpkin guts and seeds, they followed the next set of recipe instructions on Samantha's smartphone. They chopped up the two cute pumpkins into chunks with the skin on. The chunks were cut to fit into a large pot of water 💧 on the stove. Pot water boiled for 30 minutes until the chunks were soft and mushy. Samantha carefully poured out the hot water and pumpkin chunks from the pot into a large strainer. Samantha and Ben separated the skin and mashed up the boiled pumpkin bits in a mixing bowl.
She sprinkled some brown sugar, honey, cinnamon, and nutmeg powder into the bowl. Ben added a pinch of salt. Samantha mixed up the ingredients. Then, she covered the bowl with a plate to let the pumpkin stew in its remaining heat with the mixed ingredients. The recipe was completed.
“Next time pumpkin pie 🥧.” Ben relished the pumpkin massacre.
“One medium pumpkin is more than enough for me.” Samantha realized. “You can take the other half home and make your pie. Find a recipe if you need more or other ingredients and the baking temp and time.”
“Okay.” Ben replied.
But it wasn’t so ‘okay’ for the two beautiful, tragic pumpkins 🎃 that met a gory fate.
The End
🎃👻👽💀🎃🎃👻👽💀🤷♀️🎃😎😺
My pumpkin mushy sauté was not sweet, hehehehe. Happy Halloween! 😊
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