This is one of my favorite memories of Halloween growing up. Every year, we carved our pumpkins the day of Halloween as a family. We lined them up like little soldiers on the pathway of my parents house to light the way for the hoards of trick-or-treaters. Then, first thing the next morning, my mom would start slicing them down the middle and roasting them in the oven. Pumpkin roasting began the season of homemade pumpkin pies and pumpkin bread from the fresh pumpkin puree. I continue the tradition today.