Delicious, Sweet, Sticky Goodness

“Hey Mom, I saved your favorite candy for you, a Kit Kat Bar,” Maggie yelled from the back seat of the car on our way home last night from our annual Halloween party at the Lemp’s house. The Lemps are part of our homeschooling village.  Every year an incredibly creative bunch floods their home wearing outrageous costumes and smiles on their faces ready for another fun-packed spooky Halloween night.  The kids and a few parents go trick or treating while the rest stay behind and wolf down delicious treats and imbibe mulled wine, hot apple cider and butter beer. The evening’s grand finale is a trip to a hair raising, bloodcurdling haunted house that leaves you with an adrenaline rush that makes you want to go back for more.    

Hippies, poodle skirts, Ninjas, surgeons, zombies and comic book heroes contributed to the macabre scene in the house.   Carolyn was a bag of flour, Megan was Ginny from Harry Potter, and Haley was “Pink I”.  She sewed a pink felt letter “I” on her shirt and handed out “pink I’s” to anyone that got close to her.  Pink eye is highly contagious you know.  By the end of the night everyone had a “pink I”.  Conner was a Christmas Caroler.  He looked like he walked right out of the pages of a Charles Dickens novel.  Sorry Conner for mistaking you as a hobo.  Nick wrote the word “book” across his face.  Can you guess?  He was Facebook.  Michael had the letter E glued to his shirt.  He was “E-male”. 

All of my girlfriends from the band dressed up as “Josie and the Pussycats” with black leather skirts, leopard print stockings and ears for hats.  A few years ago, Isis’ husband, Matt, a 6’6” retired professional basketball player dressed up as a prima ballerina with pink leotards and a tutu.  This year he joined the girls as one of the pussycats in black leotards and a leopard print skirt.

I love traditions.  Good fun traditions, customs and practices that bring people together and give you a sense of belonging and comfort.  Traditions seem to add meaning to one’s life and give you a feeling of continuity.  Not traditions like prearranged marriages as in “Fiddler on the Roof” or dad carving the turkey after mom spent the entire day preparing, stuffing and cooking it while he watched football.  Some traditions can go.  But many can stay like reading “The Night Before Christmas” and eating Chinese food on the floor around the coffee table on Christmas Eve and bringing in the New Year at my house with all our friends dancing to “Smack That” and “Soldier Boy”.  The beauty of traditions is that you can make them your own.   

Of course there is some disagreement about what traditions can go and what can stay.   I know that not everybody would enjoy Chinese food on Christmas Eve but it is something we started years ago and it just stuck.  Kevin loves his creamed peas and onions for Thanksgiving, Christmas and any other holiday he can squeeze them in.  In my opinion, they can go but compromise is essential in a marriage if one is to stay married.  I’m sure there are things I like that he would prefer to go as well. 

The good news is that there is always room for new traditions.  For the last few years, Raundi has been making homemade caramel apples, delicious, sweet, sticky goodness (just like her).  She usually makes them at our homeschooling park day.  This year there have been many changes and she wasn’t able to make them at park day.  But, apparently the tradition has been casted.  She brought all the makings to the Lemp’s Halloween party and made them for us.  This is one tradition that is now deeply ingrained in us.  Just like the caramel from the apples on the wax paper, this tradition will stick with us for a very long time.


2 Responses to “Delicious, Sweet, Sticky Goodness”

  1. Cyndi Says:

    I can’t believe I missed it! Oh, I’m very depressed now. :_{{

  2. Tio Pedro Says:

    An offbeat tradition I had with a group of friends including two brothers who’d emigrated from Ireland: celebrating St. Patrick’s day in a sushi bar. Also, I’m afraid I caused a family stir with an onion casserole…I hadn’t thought about leaving a lingering odor in the kitchen for an extra day or so! But it was gone (consumed) in a heartbeat.

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