Growing up, we always had chili for dinner on Halloween. On Halloween morning, mom would put a big pot on and let it simmer slowly all day…until it was an enticingly well-melded concoction of flavors and textures. My mom makes a mean pot of chili—a veritable tribute to hearty, spicy, tomatoey deliciousness. She served it up in bowls topped with cheddar cheese and saltine crackers.



Nothing can match the magic of trapsing around in the crisp night air with friends and siblings, never knowing what type of character you might encounter around each corner. The sound of scurrying feet, shouts, and laughter wafting through the darkness as fellow trick-or-treaters made their rounds, gave way to mounting excitement as our pillow cases filled with treats.
Anything could happen on Halloween. Anything, good or bad, was possible in our imagination—we were brave and happy revellers ready for all the night could offer...
Well, we were usually in bed by 8:30…but you know what I mean.

I’m sure that there are places where that kind of Halloween magic still exists, but it certainly belongs to days gone by in our neighborhood. Last year we had a total of two trick-or-treaters come to our door.
Nonetheless, I put on my pot of chili this morning. The Jack-o-Lanterns are all ready to light up on the porch. A bowl of candy sits full and expectant by the door. We’ll have a playlist of Halloween hits pumping out fun and spooky sounds from our sound system. And heck, I may even dress up as a black cat…all in wait for a glimpse of those rare creatures, those modern-day trick-or-treaters.

This may be my favorite post of yours yet. You did a wonderful job describing Halloween when we were young. And yes, your mom was quite smart making chili for dinner.
ReplyDeleteWe haven't had a trick-or-treater in over a decade. I thought it was just because we don't have any kids in our neighborhood, but the mall and office idea had not occured to me. Let us know if any little goblins show up at your house tonight. Now I am curious.
talk to you soon,
Alicia
Yeah, very moving post. I love Halloween. We are fortunate to have those fond memories.
ReplyDeleteWe got about 5 or 6 groups of kids...it was better than last year. It seems that most of them weren't taught the proper Halloween etiquette though; only of few of them knew they were supposed to say "trick-or-treat".
ReplyDeleteWhat? I am completely surprised by that. I can't imagine what they were thinking. Very sad.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice post! I too have enjoyed VeganMoFo 2009 so much, and have to thank you not only for your own posts but for being so kind and receptive about commenting on the contributions of others ;-)
ReplyDeleteWe always had "spaghetti casserole" on Halloween night. We used to think it was because Mom knew we had to eat our supper before we were allowed to go out, even this gross travesty, but now as adults we all love and crave it (or have veganized it and love the vegan version)!
Happy Halloween to you, too!