The Nichols household is ready for the trick or treaters, I think. I bought a lot of candy, on top of what my husband had gotten and I still don’t know if we have enough. Today is Saturday and it’s a gorgeous day in the neighborhood, so we may have underestimated, trick or treat may go extra long this year. The kids and parents won’t be cold, daylight savings time isn’t until tomorrow, and tomorrow is still part of the weekend, parents won’t especially care if their kids are hopped up on sugar. This may be a long night, we might have a candy rebellion and I don’t have any back up candy. Oh boy. I may have to batten down the hatches. If only we had a moat, I could then pull up the drawbridge, my husband and I have always fantasized about having a moat, over excited trick or treaters would be an excellent reason for having one.
Yes, Halloween has come and gone and I still have candy left. My plan of leaving the galvanized tub full of candy out on the breezeway for all the trick o treaters worked fairly well, I still have a half of a tub left. Our trick o treaters really held true to the honor system, it was evidenced by how much was left. Moreover, the whole town was in impeccable condition, there weren’t any trees papered with toilet paper, no eggs thrown or pumpkins smashed. Halloween was a fun yet quiet night. October has since been put to bed and now I can start thinking of the next celebration soon to come to come, Thanksgiving.
I love getting all the catalogs from Pottery Barn, Williams & Sonoma and Petrossian. They start me dreaming of roasted turkey, vegetable gratins, various pies and other pastries. I have never had pecan pie, it is one of my mommy’s favorites, so I’d be curious to make one, just for kicks. My Papa used to say that all the time, “what if we tried it this way Pousee, (that is me) just for kicks”. I miss him a lot especially in the kitchen. He was a marvelous cook, Thanksgiving wasn’t his thing but every other holiday certainly was. Thanksgiving is my mommy’s day to shine and during the past few years, it has been the both of us making the turkey and all the sides and I really love being in the kitchen with her, it’s a lot of fun and funny because we distract each other, not on purpose, and we sometimes lose track of what we are doing. We haven’t burned anything or set fire to the kitchen as of this writing.
It is already November 2nd and before we know it, it will be pumpkin pie making time when the house will smell full of goodness, cinnamon and spice and everything nice. Hooray.
- Haunted Tale
- Stephen King’s House
I just read a haunted tale co-written by Stephen King and his son. It is called the Tall Grass, I read it in Esquire magazine. It completely turned me off from helping anyone who sounds lost in the mist and beyond my sight. A brother and sister embark on a cross country journey in their beat up old car and stop on the side of the road for a rest, they hear a little boy’s voice calling for help from within an expanse of very tall grass. They, being kind souls, go off into the tall grass to try to help the little boy, only to find themselves separated from each other and the road immediately. They, each in their forced isolation, spend what seems hours upon hours trying to find each other and the boy but to no avail, they start to suffer from hunger and thirst and I will not spoil the ending for you if you come across the short story but keep in mind, this is Stephen King we are talking about. I got scared reading it.