The Return of the Fire

Donna’s bell-shaped sleeves looked dangerously flammable.

I should’ve warned her. But I suspected she was too angry with me to listen to criticism or care about fire safety. She had asked me to wear a ceremonial robe to her Imbolc celebration, and I showed up in a red sundress and old combat boots.

“Ten bucks the fire department shows up tonight.”

“That’s terrible,” I said to the green-eyed stranger standing next to me, and wondered if he had read my thoughts. “I’m sure we can put her out before she flames on.”

We laughed, our hands over our mouths to disguise the mirth.

“Fire!” someone screamed.

I leapt to my friend’s aid, but stopped before I got to her. The High Priestess had snuffed out the flames. And thank goodness for that, since I was still laughing.

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the wee notes…
– This is an oldie but goodie, a bit of truth (barely) dressed up as fiction… since the friend in question still glares when anyone brings up the flaming sleeves incident. And yes, I bring it up every chance I get. It’s just such a yummy way to celebrate The Return of the Light *cackles*.

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Chivo guisado and arroz con coco for The Boy’s Birthday

I spent last Sunday afternoon cooking with The Boy. We made chivo guisado (goat stew), arroz con coco and guandules (coconut rice with pigeon peas), and potato salad. He ate until he nearly burst. I was pleased. Few things make me happier than watching those I love enjoy my food.
1-cooking-goat

2-stewed-goat

3-coconut-rice

4-potato-salad

For dessert, we had pineapple and carrot spiced cake. Then, the next morning, I warmed up a piece of cake, crumbled it, and had it with passion fruit tea. My mind can still taste all the spicy fruity yum.
5-cake-and-tea

It was a great Sunday—love, food, laughter…—the best. What have you been up to, my Wicked Luvs?

P.S. When it comes to cooking, I use the eyeball method. So here are links for similar Dominican recipes, from Simple, by Clara: Chivo Guisado Picante (Spicy Goat Meat Stew), Moro de Guandules con Coco (Rice, Pigeon Peas and Coconut), and Ensalada Rusa (“Russian” Potato Salad).

Dessert with Skulls

We devoured a skull whose eye sockets were jammed with crimson… pomegranate seeds. The Little Princess ate an eye socket, my in-laws split half of the upper and lower jaw, and my Piano Man and I shared one side of the brain. It was delicious… how it grinned at us the whole time. I was supposed to save the other side of the brain for The Boy, but… my teeth betrayed my sense of giving. I might’ve eaten the remaining eye socket, too. I must bake another skull for The Boy.

skull-cakeboxed spiced cake mix
(for extra yum, add a cup of fresh graded carrots, and
replace ¼ of the required water with Baileys Irish Cream Caramel)

playing-sorry-after-skull-cakeAfter we had dessert with skulls (um… with skull),
there was a game of Sorry! (my Piano Man was not sorry at all)
*by the way, we had pumpkin chili for dinner*.

half-of-a-skull-cakeBefore the Sorry! bit started, the skull had already lost half its head.
Hm… the remnants of the missing pomegranate seeds
give the plate an interestingly-reddish look, don’t you think?

This is our traditional Halloween dinner. But we had it a week ago, in order to share it with my in-laws. What are you cooking today, my Wicked Luvs? Are you going to send me a wee bit? You should… particularly, if the meal grins at you while you eat it. Muahahaha— *cough* ha!

…a wee note…
If you have a minute or three, fly over to Poems United… to read “Poems for a Witchy Hallowe’en”—poetry and a wee bit of conversation by Sherry, Rosemary and moi.