Wednesday, October 31, 2012
With all of the storm action, we totally forgot about Halloween. It's on a Wednesday this year. Last year we had no trick or treaters. This year we didn't even give it a second thought - until our pup started barking like someone was at the door while I was making dinner. (Still no trains - loving my 10 second commute!)
My DH went to check on it. One of the neighborhood children - the cutest little princess fairy you've ever seen! - was trick or treating. "Honey, we've got a trick or treater!" Uh oh!
I quickly scanned the pantry - surely there was something to give this child! Oatmeal ... flour ... saltine crackers ... tomatoes.
Things were looking grim. Then I spotted the apples leftover from my pie-a-thon. (Picture courtesy of nyapplecountry.com)
I polished one up, handed it my DH and wished him luck.
Fortunately, the princess-fairies' mom was near. Fortunately she knows us.
My DH apologized for the healthy treat and the princess-fairy was slightly mollified. (It was a really big apple.) He chatted with the mom for a few minutes and then waited as they made their way back to the street, then quickly doused the front porch light. Oops!
It wasn't until later that I remembered that old tale about the razor blade that someone supposedly stuck into an apple - an article in the New York Times that turned out to be a hoax. And yet, after almost 40 years of repetition, the hoax part is forgotten and the only thing that remains is the tale - believed by many. The end result - pretty much the worst thing you can give a kid on Halloween is an apple.
Tootsie Rolls - most often on the worst candy to give on Halloween lists - would have been a much better choice. Any packaged candy. Any packaged chocolate. But an apple? Oh dear! (For the record, I love Tootsie Rolls - especially the mini ones you get a Halloween!)
I guess the even worse thing was that our house is known for having a cooler full of chocolate candy on Halloween. Every year when it falls on a Friday, Saturday or Sunday, we fill a huge cooler to the brim and any child brave enough to get to the porch is welcome to dig in with both hands and take as much as they want. I say "brave enough" because our driveway is dark and lined with arborvitae - and frequently my DH hides in the arborvitae with a scarecrow and then pops it out just as the kids are passing by. Not the little kids - that wouldn't be nice! You can hear the kids as they approach daring each other to be the first to go down the drive - boasting how they aren't afraid - then laughing and screaming when my DH surprises them.
But all the little princess-fairy got was an apple. I felt like the Wicked Witch of the West - or the Evil Queen in Snow White.
It'll be 2 years before Halloween falls on a Friday again, but next year I think I'll have to put aside a special little bag of really yummy candies for a little princess-fairy. It's only fair, right?