This morning I was about to congratulate myself for not digging into the big bags of Halloween candy we have ready and waiting for tomorrow night. That is, until I remembered that things haven’t been all kale and kefir around here. Have you seen my Instagram stream?
Perhaps you remember these?
I’m pretty sure I was responsible for polishing off seventy-five percent of that bowl, which is much larger than it appears in this photo.
Today, we had a Halloween playdate brunch, and my kitchen would have made even the sweetest tooth proud.
We had cinnamon apples,
and caramel apples for party favors.
(Do you notice a theme here? We went apple picking yesterday, only due to a late frost, there were no apples to pick, but plenty to buy. So I did what I could have done at the grocery store, or farmer’s market, if I’m feeling fancy – I bought apples.)
(There were some savory things, too, but I didn’t take any pictures.)
Everyone left, the kids both napped (even Bub, bringing his weekly nap total to… ONE.)
After naps, we carved pumpkins and I made roasted pumpkin seeds. You know, because we hadn’t eaten enough.
(Be warned, if you’ve never attempted this, there are approximately 900 different methods/temperatures/lengths of time for roasting seeds, but that recipe worked for me today.
Tomorrow marks our first Halloween in the new house, and since this neighborhood is new to everyone, we have no idea what to expect. My husband has the day off (yay, furlough days!) so we’re making the preschool Hallween carnival a family affair, then we’re going to trick or treat until we drop. Fingers crossed that this neighborhood is feeling the Halloween spirit, pun unintended.
What are your Halloween* plans?
*Every time I spell Halloween, and I mean every, single time, I sing a song we learned in fourth grade: H-A-double L-O-W- double E-N.