Just like the rest of the population we are in the throws of halloween here. Idgy has been busy carving pumpkins all week and we now have a grinning pair on the sideboard in the kitchen. Don't know if they are meant to be 'she and me' or some other comedy duo, but they do look slightly mad but at least smiling.
Last night I spent AGES getting seeds out of this mess and chopping up the flesh. I added garlic, sage leaves and onion. I wrapped it in foil and I placed it into the Aga to bake. I could almost taste the soft tender veg, the creaminess, the slight spice, the earthiness of the sage, hmmmmmmmmm.
I remembered about it just now, this morning as I saw this photo right now in front of me. I have opened the Aga door and removed the carbonised package of silver foil and solid blackness. I look at those two grinning pumpkins on the sideboard and I know they are laughing at me now!
Halloween malicious mischief of the pumpkin kind, old age forgetfulness, that lovely glass of chardonnay – whatever the cause, no pumpkin mash for us.
Of course it might have been because I was side tracked by the lovely Mr Depp and thus lost interest in all things kitchen.
I noticed the film "Sleepy Hollow" was on TV last night at 9pm and vaguely remembered seeing parts of it before. "Let's watch this, there's nothing else on" chirped I, the ever sensible and protective mother. So there we sat, Idgy and me, popcorn at the ready, coke and wine in hand. It was only as the film unfolded (well within the first ten minutes) that I remembered why I hadn't watched the whole thing before. Even I (a staunch Johnny fan as we all know) drew the line at all the head chopping and blood letting.
I'm really not sure that I should be watching this, far less Idgy. "Yeeeugh", I squeak at a particularly grim head chopping scene. "Maybe we shouldn't be watching this". "Oh Mum, get a grip, "Scooby Doo" has worse than this". Bloody hell, Scooby was my hero way back when, has he changed that much!
We persevere with the film, actually we enjoy bits. When it ends Idgy trots upstairs with two stuffed dragons as extra protection. I do the letting in and out of the cats and locking of doors. I'm the one looking out into the rainy blackness with a shiver in my heart.
I go upstairs and find Idgy's door festooned with lucky dragon hangers and my daughter snoring soundly within.
Hope you all have a great halloween whatever you do.