Caramel Corn: For the love of my children
It’s my favorite time of year. The weather has finally—if briefly—cooled down; the fair is in town; and we’re planning a Halloween party.
Honestly, does life get better than this?
Naturally my food planning led me to concentrate on treats. I got sucked into a how-to video, and have become convinced that making Caramel Corn it is the easiest thing in the world to do. As a good and loving mother, it would be wrong of me-- WRONG I tell you-- to deprive my monkeys of this traditional dish. For dinner. Tonight.
Check out the video for yourself. You'll see what I mean.
Interested in making it? Thought so. Here’s the recipe.
A Mom’s Night Before Christmas
'A Mom’s Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
every creature was stirring, while the kids began to grouse.
The stockings were not hung, there was stuff everywhere;
and mom was freaking out because the guests were almost there.
The table wasn’t set, and the dishes weren’t done.
Her horrible flu’d kept her from taking care of everyone.
But now that she had good meds on board,
she was seeing for the first time the creation by her hoard.
Clean laundry piled high on the living room floor;
unceremoniously dumped were blankets and shoes and more.
One child played video games, while another screamed, “I want a turn!”
That’s when Mom saw the toilet was stopped up, and noticed the ham had started to burn.
Mom cried, “Fifteen guests on their way for a special night here,
and my hubby ran to the store because we were all out of beer!
I have cheese but no crackers, so hors d’oeuvres are a fail.
I’ve got nothing to wear and I feel so pale.”
So she in her nausea gave her forehead a slap,
and sunk into a chair and wished for a nap.
“My toilet’s overflowing, those kids are shouting a lot.
My ham’s crispier than bacon and the puppy just made that wet spot.”
Poor mom’s frustration was mounting almost fast as her fear;
so that’s when mom stopped her whining and slipped into high gear.
“Hey Walter! Hey Perry!” she shouted right quick.
“I need your help! And you, too, Lilah and Nick!”
She then set off marching her small soldiers about
and before she knew it, things changed inside out.
The laundry was hidden in the her bedroom upstairs,
and the toys and shoes were scooped up and stuffed about somewheres
Lilah and Nick then helped set the table,
while the toilet was unstopped by Audrey and Mable.
Walter and Perry washed the dishes with glee
while mom slunk to the floor, scrubbing up puppy wee.
Soon the house, now shining and clean,
was “good enough for guests”-- so far as mom could gleen.
She ran to her room as the doorbell rang,
and threw off her robe with some muttered slang.
In two shakes she was dressed and then answered the door,
when up walked her hubby followed by three people more.
“There you are, darling!” She smiled, “did you get more beer?”
“That, and some crackers-- have them both right here.”
Hubby sprang into the house, and gave quite a whistle.
“This place looks great– no longer been hit by a missile.
You were so sick, I thought we’d cancel this party.
How’d you pull it together? You are such a smarty!”
Mom smiled sweetly, and kicked a stray sock out of sight
“A Merry Christmas surprise. Let’s have a fun night.”
Little baby pumpkin eater
I’m having a love affair with the pumpkin. I don’t know why I ever felt the squash was too big or unwieldy to bake—I guess I just always trusted Libby to take care of any prep issues I might have had.
I recently had a bit of s shock. You know those tiny little pumpkins for sale this time of year, the ones that make such cute table decorations? WELL GET READY FOR THIS: Those suckers are pretty darn tasty.
Why hadn’t it occurred to me (until I was actually served one) that those lil' cuties are edible? And even better, they are perfect in the single-serving size department and make a most excellent side dish.
Here’s a little recipe I cooked up for the little pumpkin. It’s easy, it’s tasty and best of all, involves a brown sugar.
1) Take a baby pumpkin, cut it in half horizontally (stem on top).
2) Scoop out the seeds and place halves face up on a baking sheet.
3) Sprinkle with brown sugar and a bit of cinnamon
4) Bake at 375 degrees for approximately 20 minutes, or until its flesh is soft when you poke it with a fork.
Once baked, you can do all sorts of fantastic things with it. Like, eat it as is, for one.
If brown sugar isn’t your style, replace that with a pat of butter, and some fresh sage, using salt and pepper to taste.
Note also that this recipe is exactly how you would prepare and bake those cute, slightly larger pumpkins. And the possibilities for roasted pumpkin are endless. The tasty one I experienced was roasted and filled with a cheesy mixture. And I mean come on—even an old shoe tastes good with cheese. Goat cheese, gruyere and gorgonzola all go really well with this amazing squash.
If you opt to try a larger pumpkin (known also as sugar pumpkins), once roasted, remove the skin and sauté that beauty with a bit of onion and sage. Throw two cups of broth on top, simmer for about 10 minutes, then puree the whole mixture in a blender. Voila! You have an amazing pumpkin soup.
Finally, let it be known that the pumpkin is full of nutritious yumminess. According to About.com, “Pumpkins are a tasty source of vitamins and minerals, particularly beta-carotene, vitamin C, and potassium. It also helps prevent arteriosclerosis, or hardening of the arteries, which can lead to strokes and/or heart attacks.
“Pumpkin seed oil and pumpkin seeds are a good source of zinc and unsaturated fatty acids which are effective help for prostate ailments.
“A study by the USDA indicated that diets high in pumpkin as a fiber source tended to curb the appetite, yet provided more food for the same calorie count. The subjects in this study also absorbed less fat and calories from their food.”
So go forth and enjoy the season’s delicious ambrosia, the pumpkin. You won’t be sorry.
Halloween: Have it your way
Happy autumn everybody! The air is crisp, the leaves are turning and who am I kidding it's going to be 100 flipping degrees again today.
“Autumn” is what happens back east. In Fresno, it’s known as, “Hot.” Our other season, “Fog,” is still a few months away. That said, the sudden appearances of Spirit stores and the Pumpkin Spice Latte inform me that my favorite holiday will soon be upon us: HALLOWEEN. Candles, cob webs and candy corns; skulls, silliness and sugar. How many other holidays offer such a plethora of amazing alliteration?
Our family has already begun preparations on our tenth annual Halloween party. Last year’s theme was “biohazard,” and was marked by a science lab, zombies and caution tape. This year, we’re taking things one step beyond. Literally.
Our idea: The Greek Pantheon. The plan is that when visitor’s come to our house, they’ll be crossing into the afterworld—depending on where they step, of course. Each family member has chosen a Greek god that fits his or her personality, and will dress as their version of that figure. Think about it: Zeus, the king; Dionysus, the wino; Aphrodite, the vamp; Ares, the war monger; and so on. And each god/goddess is responsible for coming up with an area of the house that will be representative of their persona. Naturally, the River Styx will be present; and I think our loft will make a perfect Mount Olympus.
Granted, on the face of it, this year’s party is not your typical ooky-spooky theme—although hey, if you know your Greek mythology you know some freaky, FREAKY stuff can happen—who says Halloween must be scary? The fun can be in the theme, and the theme can be stretched to fit.
So for those who find that the grittiness of Halloween doesn’t fit their style, consider some alternatives as the planning process begins. Halloween is, after all, a day where we all get to play dress up. Not comfortable with decaying flesh? Try a disco theme. Country pumpkins not your style? Host a luau. Why not? There’s no rule that says you can’t celebrate this holiday—or any holiday—the way you want to.
Be sure to check out these sites for great Halloween—and alternate Halloween—party ideas:
Is this a thing? It could be a thing.
I'm curious to know if any of you other parents have heard of this. One of our daughters came home last night, upset (not really) that the leprechauns visited her friends houses, but didn't visit ours. "What was up with that??" she asked.
I asked what she meant.
"There were all these green footprints all over the place, and they had a treasure map, and they had to go around the house following clues to find the pot of gold. Why didn't the leprechauns come here??"
The five-year old chimes in, "Yeah, mommy. At school we haded to find the leprechauns and we finded gold and eated it."
I was dumbfounded. I felt like what my Jewish friends describe feeling about Xmas.
What the heck, man?
When did yet another mythical creature come into the fold to visit the kids of the house and HOW WAS I NEVER MADE AWARE OF THIS??
Yes, I could feign anger or frustration at corporate America for taking a perfectly good holiday about beer, rebranding it and commercializing it. Again. I could get annoyed at them for shoving a cereal box character (and yet another holiday to plan for) into my household to give my children trinkets. Of course I could.
Except I am exactly the kind of person that would take this leprechaun thing to the Nth degree, WAAAAAYYY past where the Hallmark’s and American Greeting’s wanted it to go in the first place. Next thing you know, in my house, we have a treasure CHEST that the kids must find. And instead of some lousy foil covered chocolates, jewels and green clothing and toys get left instead. And story books about Irish legends, unless you’ve been bad, in which case you don’t even get a potato. Next thing I know, we're leaving out corned beef and beer for the wood nymphs who drive the magic chariot made of clover.
It's already a feast day at my house. Like I really needed to be pushed that hard into accepting more gooey fun-iosity for the kids?
Rrrright... for the kids. Because I do it for them and not at all to sate my constant desire to build new traditions/stage events/ throw a party. (You should see our Arbor Day. Just sayin.’)
So I ask... has anybody else heard of the leprechauns visiting and leaving footprints, gold-foil chocolates and the like?
Perpetually anxious/simultaneously exhausted mom of a blended family of 7 kids & 2 pets. Writer about same. Wife to one amazingly patient husband. Drinker of wine. 




