Halloween at our house

Saturday morning I had us up by 7:30, then after a divide-and-conquer trip for groceries we set to work carving our pumpkins. We set up shop at the picnic table in the backyard, having a ball. And enjoying the parrots.

Steve took quite a shine to carving. Is he not the sweetest? I was his sous carver + taskmaster, fueled by iced coffee and inspired by magazine clippings. Ms. Martha did not disappoint.

Our motley crue:

Then narrowly dodging 1st degree burns when the apple you're swirling in the bubbling hot caramel sauce comes off it's effing stick and onto your hand.

I had said that all I wanted to do for Halloween this year was make a pot of soup, some cider, and sit on our front porch with family and friends--whoever wanted to join, really--while the trick-or-treaters came by.  And every time I'd tell people what our costumes were, their next question would always be, where are you going? Nowhere, just staying home! Deep down we're just two big kids and really dig Halloween.

Well, the soup ended up being chili, there were a piddly total of 10 trick-or-treaters to speak of, but we ended up making our own fun, didn't we? And we knew it was Halloween 'cause we had to bob for donuts hanging from the ceiling. It's tradition, especially when together you're a Krispy Kreme vendor ...and his donut.

The best part? Not having to call Marmousch to see how they were spending Halloween.

Because they were with us. Even Paps dressed up.

I loved loved loved Halloween 2009.