Queen of Rambles

I think it may be a little too early to call this the witching hour, but I plan to be snug in my bed with drool dribbling down my pillowcase when the witches are having their big party. Halloween is usually my favorite holiday but I couldn’t find the motivation to dress up this year. Mike had to work weird hours today, so I took Erik over to our little apartment complex party by myself. It was the lamest party ever. I got there a little late and they had just opened the doors. They had pizza, hot wings and nachos but no candy or games or fun. No one even talked to me, though people did smile at Erik. I spent a half hour chasing Erik around and around and around and around some more before I got tired and decided to go home. The boy enjoys his running.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to take him trick-or-treating or not because I would just eat the candy myself, but finally settled on just hitting up the apartments of the people who smile at him on a regular basis. I knocked on two doors and no one answered so I gave up. It must have been enough excitement for him because he was asleep by 8:30. Let’s hope he doesn’t get up super early tomorrow.

I thought we would get lots of trick-or-treaters tonight because we got a ton last year, but there was only one knock on the door. Erik was asleep on my lap and I was in middle of Veronica Mars so I didn’t bother to answer the door. Only teenagers are out banging on doors at 9:30 pm so I’m not too sad that I missed the one and only Halloween knock. Teenagers aren’t fun to ohhhh and awwww over.

I tried to be super festive this afternoon and make a pumpkin pie. I got my dough all mixed up and rolled out and ready for my pumpkin mix. I found the super yummy caramel pumpkin pecan recipe in my recipe book. I reached in the cupboard and pulled out the orange labelled can that I was sure contained pumpkin, only to discover it was butternut squash soup. I tore the cupboards apart looking for a can of pumpkin since I usually keep on or two on hand, but no dice. I found marshmallow fluff, jarred baby food, red sprinkles, and a lone chocolate chip but none of that added up to the makings of pumpkin pie. I’m sure that some of you culinary whizzes could have created a fanciful fruity marshmallow delight with the odd ingredients in my cupboard, but I’m not brave enough to eat jarred baby food. I finally had to give in and make a pecan pie even though it has no redeeming value. I can’t pretend pecan pie is anything but an overdose of sugary calories that don’t really need. With the pumpkin I can at least pretend I’m getting a serving of vegetables and lots of whatever vitamins come in orange.

The end result: one fabulous pecan pie.

Perhaps it’s a good thing Erik doesn’t show any signs of wanting to wean himself. I used to fantasize about having a some kind of calorie-sucking-device, but in my fantasies my poor nipples weren’t fiddled with by someone with no sense of decorum. I guess irritated nipples are a small price to pay for an extra 500 calorie burn off ever day.

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