I hope you're reading this from a warm, comfy sofa somewhere far, far away from the hurricane destruction. Maybe you're toasting your feet by the fire? Sipping some apple cider? Filling your candy bowl in preparation for some adorable trick-or-treaters? I hope so.
Gratefully, we're all doing okay over here in our little spot on the East Coast. Turns out, my husband is one adventurous guy and he went out into the pitch black, winds-a-whippin' weather to install extra sump-pumps to make sure our basement didn't flood. Again. We lost power briefly and I used the opportunity to put my hand on his thigh before he could stop me.
But before all that happened, there was PumpkinFest.
Now if you're from the Mifflinburg, PA area, you already know what it is because the entire town is invited and if you didn't get the invite, well...that's awkward. Of course, this is an event not to be missed, and we certainly never miss an opportunity to stay at the farm, so we took our chances on that floozy named Sandy and made the two hour drive.
Uncle Bill & Aunt Cindy (technically, they are Justin's aunt & uncle, but I prefer to just call them Uncle Bill & Aunt Cindy without the added "Justin" because even if there were no Justin, I would still want them to be my family) host it at their farm every year, cook up an enormous kettle of soup, and everyone else brings dessert. There's hayrides, kids running around dressed like dinosaurs, perfectly round, thick-stemmed pumpkins, and more autumn-ish desserts than you can stuff down your gullet.
PumpkinFest is more like a Thanksgiving teaser - it's our chance to preview the turkey that will be on our plates in just a few short weeks. It lets us take inventory on the liquor cabinet so Uncle Bill has time to restock for his kick-you-in-the-pants margaritas. And I won't go into much detail, but I can tell you that I had two of those margaritas a while back, before I was a responsible mother, and I was asked to leave the dinner table and move to the couch. Yeah.
Happy Halloween, friends. Enjoy your night getting all hopped up on candy and cooing at all the adorable costumes. Also, if you are over the age of 12 and you show up on my doorstep dressed as a "sexy" character (sexy nurse, sexy firefighter, sexy Dorothy, etc.), I will not give you any candy. Over and out.