Five o’clock and the first trick-or-treater came knocking on my door. Rather than opening it and feigning a fright and marvel at the cute Halloween costumes, I did the only thing I could think of.
I couldn’t stand disappointing the neighbourhood kids by handing out nothing. Or worse – handing out apples. I have plenty of those. I suppose I could always hand out a toffee/candied apple recipe to go with it.
But I’d rather have them go away disappointed no one opened the door for them. I’d rather have them come back later and be greeted with marvelous tooth decay – I meant lollies.
I have never been this unprepared for Halloween. When I was living with my folks, my mum used to pack bags of goodies in zipped-lock bags and position herself by the door to welcome each clown, vampire, princess, pirate and Julia Gillard who came knocking.
So I went out and grabbed a selection of sweets, zipped-locked them in bags just like mum. Perhaps I should sneak in some mint dental floss in there too!
Happy Halloween all!