My Halloween Meatcake

Last year, my boy and I started a tradition of having everyone over to our apartment for pumpkin carving. We have a huge livingroom, we spread out a camping tarp on the floor and have at it. Last year there was also a tasting of the Jones Soda Holiday Pack. (Kids, do NOT try this at home. Do not try this, ever. They are really gross. Turkey soda is not a thing meant to exist. Grown men have tried it and questioned the existance of God.) It's a grand day of pumpkin guts, creativity, and watching stupid horror movies. And It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. Cause you HAVE to.

I carved a pumpkin, sure, and while they all were working on their second pumpkins, or their first one if they were slow (or one of those fancy pants artsy types who had to have the Michaelangelo of Jack O' Lanterns. I'm not so much Michaelangelo as Jackson O' Pollock Lantern), I went to work on my second pumpkin. A meatloaf pumpkin. The best kind.