I needed to roast a few pumpkins for some Thanksgiving baking.
Last time I roasted these Sugar Pumpkins, Aron was gone at work. It took me well over a half an hour to cut one open and then down the center. And I was lucky not to have sliced a finger off (I have bad luck with sharp objects).
Turns out, I'm not as weak as I thought. After about 30 seconds of attempting to 'cut' open my pumpkins with our run of the mill kitchen cutlery, Aron brought out his big dog - his Grandpa Howard's saw. And it worked like a charm.
Love my Macho Man,