Our halloween treat was a ghoulish pizza, the italian mozzarella melted on top of bright red tomato sauce looked so much like little ghosts with their olive eyes and mouths - we called it the "Casper."
Halloween treats in our house were a bit humble, I guess you could say. Nana would make a ghost shape of sugar on her regular family sized pumpkin pie and make a ghostly, "Oooooooo...." and that was it, more or less. The adults drank red wine "blood" and searched their noggins for scantily remembered halloween jokes. Then the deck of cards would come out and the games would begin.
The haunted hay ride was perhaps our favourite halloween treat, each of us sitting there being happily jolted along, eagerly anticipating the next ghoulish, "Boo!"
Mama's idea of halloween treats was "monster tickles" - the sort of ambush mothers love.
Halloween treats were the best. I'd get down to breakfast to find my French toast had been cut into a ghost shape or some other ghoul. There it would be, sitting on the plate in a puddle of red-dyed maple syrup "blood."
My favourite halloween treat was our October 31 hug-fest. It had to last at least 31 minutes and 31 seconds and take place before 3:11 in the afternoon.
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