Oct. 23, 2010 H is for Halloween. C is for Cookie. Who wants to make Halloween Cookies? Years ago my mom started a tradition of making Halloween cookies and taking them to my aunts, uncles, and neighbors. As we kids grew older, she stopped doing this. However, I picked up on the tradition. I loved the cookies too much to let it die. Before I married Dallas, I would gather my cousins to make cookies. The first I year I was married, I still traveled home to Randolph to make the cookies. Eventually, I bought a home with a fabulously large kitchen that houses two ovens, immediately the party was moved. This year I was joined by my mom, Bridget and her three girls, Char and her two daughters and one son. We greatly missed Landen's and Lydell's families. The party began as soon as all arrived (Bridget was a little delayed). The girls eagerly began rolling the dough and cutting out pumpkins, cats, bats, moons, and ghosts. The older girls would lose focus and need an occasional break, but Tyla was trooper and rolled and cut through the end. Frosting the cookies made for the greatest entertainment. Gracie was so attentive to detail, even smoothing the frosting with a wet finger. Paisley heaped as many sprinkles and candy corns as a cookie would hold. Haydee covered her cookies with M & M's. Tyla would frost a cookie lick it off, add more frosting, and lick it off again. Braylyn was the funniest when it came to frosting. Char had just set the bowl on the table with a spoon still in it from stirring. Swift as the wind, Braylyn swooped the spoon up and shoved it in her mouth; frosting dripped from both corners. The next thing I knew, Bray had the sprinkles and was shaking them all over. The table and floor were covered with black and orange sprinkles. What fun memories! Exhausted the cookie crew left with plates of cookies for Grandpa Jack, Grami & Gramp, and several aunts, uncles and cousins. I am still finding sprinkles in my kitchen.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
October 16, 2010 After a busy day of working cows, Dallas decided we needed to go to Logan for our annual pumpkin drive. We drove to Logan to buy twenty pumpkins. Yes, twenty. Now, this is not a walk in the store and grab any old pumpkin situation. We carefully look at each pumpkin in patch's sale area. Each pumpkin is examined from every side. Needless to say this is a lengthy process. Dallas's creative outlet is to carve the pumpkins and display them for the community Halloween party. I have learned to like the occasion, but simply because of the pleasure it brings to my husband. In addition to watching his eyes light up over his creations, I do thoroughly enjoy picking out the pumpkins from the patch just outside of Logan.
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