Halloween was another busy and fun day this year.
I usually go all out with the decorations; my shopping strategy of picking up everything on clearance the day after celebrations actually worked --- I remembered where I had packed it! This year I only managed to get a spider balloon up, some of the faux webbing, and the usual stickers on the door. The man did the honours this year with the pumpkin carving.
It was successful this year. Given the strange weather of the past few days, it seemed like a dream that it warmed up to give us one of the most lovely evenings in recent memory. The kids got dressed up, and we went over to our friends for a casual dinner before they headed out en masse for trick-or-treating. I headed home to pass out the treats.
In between doorbell rings, I managed to clean up the halloween prep mess in the kitchen. The critical thing for me was to ensure that every seed salvageable from that pumpkin would be saved.
You see, I'm the proud daughter of a professional seed and nut eater. Any image I have of my Dad watching television includes a bag of snacks of the nut variety sitting right there with him.
Childhood Halloween memories for me include the cleaning and roasting of freshly salted pumpkin seeds. While we would be out trick-or-treating with my Dad, my mother would be at home roasting the pumpkin seeds. I looked forward to those salty snacks almost as much as I did the sweet loot at the end of every Halloween night.
So while my kids were out with their friends and their Dad, I prepared the seeds.
And after they returned home, surveyed their treasures, had a couple of treats before getting into bed, I set to work on making my treat.
Spread out on an oiled pan, and salted liberally, popped into the oven at 325 degrees to bake for about 25 minutes. And voila. But by this time the man had decided to hit the sack as well.
Now it's just me, my crunchy pumpkin seeds and the TV. Won't my Daddy be so proud of me?