This was my entry in the resort's Halloween pumpkin carving contest. I used pumpkin powder sifted over a plate, then drew out my jack-o-lantern's face. I call him Wylie. Unfortunately, Wylie was entered into the contest too late, and was left out of the judging... which I probably would not have won anyway. Actually, I entered a powdered pumpkin just to be a smartass. I've always been one, and it doesn't make much sense to change now since I'm almost half-way through my life. You do have to admire the originality of the idea. A jack-o-lantern is more symbolic when he can be whisked away by a brisk autumn breeze. It is a more powerful nod to our mortality (which Halloween and All Souls Day remind us of) than the simple perishability of a pumpkin in its natural state. Behind his smiling ignorance, he is really screaming, "All we are is dust in the wind, dude." Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
I also wanted to post a strange happening that occurred at home while I was cooking potatoes to be mashed as an accompaniment to my fried chicken dinner. It was a slow relaxing night at home, and I started the potatoes very early and set them on very low heat. The starch from the cut angles of the potato rose up to the surface to create a perfect replication of the potatoes below. The pattern was perfect. Since I dropped the potatoes into the water as I cut them, and they were completely submerged in water, it's not some effect of the potato on the water's skin. Somehow, the starch floated up perfectly to form this image (but why just on the cut edges and not the flat parts). I don't know exactly why this happened this way, but I had never noticed it before. I also don't know how it could possibly used to any culinary advantage... yet. Perhaps it all adds to the mystery surrounding this time of year. The doors to the supernatural are open. To paraphrase a classic horror movie... "The Potatoes Have Eyes!" ... and they are watching you!