Friday 31 October
Maggie was driving down from
Albany, and Lois and Jon from Champaign-Urbana, to have a big Halloween
weekend. The weather was bleak and
rainy, and we hardly had any trick-or-treaters.
But there was plenty of champagne, and a big bowl of fresh kale chips
and small bowls of our pickles and olives kept us from dipping too deep into
the Almond Joys.
When it was clear that we couldn't
hijack any more kids and force them to accept candy, we rolled out the dinner
that had been waiting in the oven: Barbara's Big ol' Butt, with sliced potatoes
and shallots that had roasted for an hour in a pan on the rack on top of said
Butt.
For dessert, Holt made "Gingerdead
Men," slabs of gingerbread with a chalk outline of icing and Graeter's black
raspberry blood - with vanilla ice cream.
Horrifyingly good.
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