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Moira (Who Wants Seconds) is hosting this month’s EoMEoTE#12 – The Hallowe’en Edition. This is a tricky one. I can’t say I remember eggs and toast figuring into Hallowe’en (except the caution about watching out for the big bad kids who might be throwing eggs and soaping windows).
After school on Hallowe’en, we would jump up and down, waiting for Dad to come home from work to carve and light the pumpkin. And I vaguely recall that we usually raced through bowls of chili or soup before putting on our costumes, grabbing our pillowcases and tearing outside to collect our friends and go from jack-o-lanterned door to jack-o-lanterned door, shivering outside each door and singing out
Hallowe’en Apples!! and hoping for anything but apples.
One of the things I really miss about Hallowe’en now is that kids don’t yell
Hallowe’en Apples!! at the top of their lungs the way we did when I was growing up in Edmonton. I miss that crisp air and sounds of chatting and laughter and hundreds of little feet stirring through crisp leaves (or slogging through newly fallen snow – I always dreaded snow – there’s nothing like galoshes and a parka worn underneath a princess costume to ruin the effect!) and the ringing, echoing choruses of
Hallowe’en Apples!! all up and down the streets.
Here, the parents stand at the foot of the sidewalk as their kids politely ring the bell and maybe
Trick or Treat
as they hold out their plastic grocery bags. Why oh why have they stopped carrying their loot in pillow cases slung over their backs? And why oh why did they switch to the ever so dull
Trick or Treat
rather than gustily singing out lyrical choruses of
It’s not that we wanted apples! Oh my no. We wanted candy. And plenty of it. Chocolate bars were a rare occurance and cherished. Candy kisses were plentiful and yucky. Happily for us, my dad claimed to like them and took them off our hands. (How weird is that??) And there were suckers, candy necklaces, tootsie rolls, caramels, sweet tarts, life savers, bubblegum, and yes, always one or two apples that were bruised and soft by the time we got home. But when we got home, we sorted our loot and we dutifully cut the apples up to look for razor blades (which were never there, of course) and then did we eat them? I suppose we must have. Or maybe Mom made apple sauce out of them.
And there were always a few extra houses that gave out really interesting things. There was a dentist in our neighbourhood who refused to dole out candy. One year, he handed out the most wonderful beeswax pan pipes. So along with the sound of rustling leaves and echoing choruses of
Hallowe’en Apples!! were the added fractured tunes on panpipes.
And then there was one of my friend’s mothers who would open her door, holding a big bowl of lollipops and say, “Hello!!! I’ve been waiting for you. Just a minute, I’ll be right back.” And a few seconds later, she would reappear with a tray of freshly made popcorn balls or caramel apples still warm from being just made and tell us we should eat them right away to give us energy for our trek. (Now those were the sort of apples we liked to get.) And we would sling our pillowcases over our backs and head back out into the chilly night, our faces shining with sugar and butter and at the next housees call out caramel garbled
You’d think I would have learned from my friend’s wonderful mother. But I’ve never made caramel apples or popcorn balls. And all the next door neighbour kids we know have grown up now. So we will be simply be handing out little chocolate bars to the
trick or treating hordes coming by tonight. (I hope they remember to carry their Unicef boxes!)
But I bet popcorn balls and caramel apples could be made using these recipes for caramel corn and caramel sauce.