The last few days have been a delicious blur. I did some Halloween decorating, dreamed about my little brother at least thrice… such wonderful dreams that burst with laughter and familiar mayhem. I danced, cooked and shared great food with family and friends. My urban witchy garden fully embraced the season. The pain squatting in my flesh and bones wasn’t a bastard at all. I ate meat and I didn’t get sick (I used one of the three to five diet cheating days I allow myself every year); there is some discomfort, but no intense tummy pain. And the night of All Hallows’ Eve was quite perfect. Here is the visual tale:
Pumpkin and Black-Eyed Peas Chili (Um… who forgot to write down the recipe? *sigh*).
Carrot and Pineapple Cake (the Little Princess requested a healthy but yummy treat).
I’ve no idea who drove that huge knife into the Carrot and Pineapple Cake’s skull *cough*.