Halloween is on the horizon. Saturday, I drove to my local white-trash supermarket and picked out three pumpkins for the porch. I’m not a pumpkin carver, but I do want the house to look festive. Since my goal isn’t “the perfect jack-o-lantern”, I chose a few orange gourds that were a bit scarred and misshapen – let’s call them “rustic”.
I also judiciously selected treats – eight bags! This is the stuff I liked as a kid – Blow Pops, Junior Mints, Heath bars and peanut M&M’s – OK, as an adult as well. My chosen array did not have a candy corn or raisin box in sight.
I’ve never been a huge fan of Halloween – love Christmas, love Thanksgiving, but I consider Halloween to be one of the lesser holidays – like President’s Day. Of course, I only gave it its second-class designation after I outgrew trick-or-treating. However, Halloween is a big event in our neighborhood. In my old neighborhood, we were lucky to see two or three kids all night. This new place is hoppin’. We get large groups of kids all night long. It’s fun and it’s festive and I can’t imagine not passing out candy.
So, my plans for this year are quiet simple: A big bowl of candy, a bottle of wine, butternut squash soup and some sort of ghoulishly scary movie on TV.