October 31, 2002 ~ Festive Fun

Thursday.

Help! I have five pounds of Halloween candy and nary a trick-or-treater. It's the first time I've had my own house at Halloween, so I guess I was a little overzealous. Especially since we live on a dead end off of a dead end. And there are no children living on either of those dead ends. Heh... Oops.

All of our neighbors seem to be anti-Halloween. Porch lights off, no decorations, none of the front lights on, doors locked and barred. (It's the Devil's holiday, dontcha know?)

Well, we made ourselves some wonderful holiday fun despite the fact that we didn't have a single trick-or-treater and all of our neighbors are party-poopers.

Before it got dark, Morgan and I started carving pumpkins. Mine is kind of big. It has narrowed, suspicious eyes, raised eyebrows, a slim nose, and a scary smirk. Morgan's looks like a little yappy dog--small and cute but trying to look mean by barring its teeth and growling. *laughing* It's adorable. I wish I had a camera.

We put them out on the porch with candles inside, then roasted the seeds in the oven (with a sprinkle of cayenne pepper and garlic salt over top. I love roasted pumpkin seeds. If I had a large supply, I would eat them like popcorn. That was the tradition in my house when I was young. Roasted pumpkin seeds, homemade caramel corn, and owl cookies. My mother used to make these great cookies every Halloween. They were owls with cashews for beaks and M&M candies for eyes. Chocolate peanut butter. I'll have to bug her for the recipe. For dinner, I made a great nacho bean dip. It was all very festive.

It's supposed to get below freezing tonight. I think I will finish my evening curled up with a good book under some blankets.

Happy Samhain! Happy Halloween! (Anyone want some candy?)





Footnotes:

weather: Cold and gorgeous.

bookmarked: I'm about to pick up The Chocolate War I think.

writing focus: Emails and forum posts.

observation: Yesterday evening, there were dark, heavy clouds. But, right at sunset, the sun dipped below them and everything became so incredibly intense and golden.

news notes: The earliest written reference to Jesus? A sad story about olive pickers and their trees in Palestine. And it would really suck to be this lady. Oh, and this sucks too. (Gah, I'm so eloquent tonight).

cooking: Last night Morgan made a delicious Indian dish that I will never remember the name of in a hundred years.

listening: Morgan's listening to "Mr. Bungle" to get in the "Halloween Spirit." Oy vey.

random: I really need to brush my teeth.

online journals:

"Several also said it was nice to see me out and about as word on the tradesmen grapevine had it that I was laid up big time. I quoted Mark Twain and said, 'Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.' This got big laughs, but very few sparks of recognition."

~ L.A. in this entry of LA the Sage.

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