I am digressing from pastry for today, because Halloween is my favorite holiday. Seriously. My beloved husband and I recently moved to a wonderful town on a wonderful street in North Carolina, but we just found out one very unwonderful thing about it: no children come down this street! None. Bummer. If we were going to have children, I would have hung the ghosts and vampires in the tree out front, hung my scary skeleton-dressed-in-rags-moaning-and-shaking-motion-sensor dude on our door, carved a wicked pumpkin and set out the strobe light.
I’m telling you–I love it when kids run, or are afraid of the jack o’lantern, or tell me with really big eyes that they aren’t scared. Yeah, right. But my favorite favorite thing about having the kids come is that they sometimes run into the door. You know–because of the strobe light.
Instead of that smorgasbord of Halloween fun, I will probably be sitting on the couch with the beloved husband eating chili (a bonus) and watching Young Frankenstein (another bonus). Snuggling on the couch without having to get up every 14 seconds and run to the door might not be the worst thing ever, after all!
Back to pastries tomorrow. I just wanted you to have an insight into my warped little mind. Do come again.