I pass out candy every year. I make it special for the kids in my neighborhood. I don't know if they end up eating it or if their paranoid parents plunder it, but I think they end up eating it. They should recognize my signature wrappers. I make candy for other holidays and use the same bright, red wrappers. They look in their holiday gift bags we make for the neighborhood and think, "Mrs. Wilson's signature candies!" I get calls afterwards thanking me and wishing me a wonderful holiday season. But my favorite holiday to make treats for is Halloween.
It's a labor of love to make candy for any holiday, but Halloween is the most laborious. I plan for weeks and gather ingredients early in the season. This year, I had fun getting my ingredients together. I enlisted the help of the local youth pastor at my church. He knows an older woman like me needs help around the house. At first, he was hesitant, but after talking to the preacher, he was persuaded. Good acts through hard work was the winning argument. He would help me Sunday evenings with basic chores and gardening. My garden is my pride and joy. He helped weed and turn the soil in the garden bed. I have very rocky soil, so I asked if he would dig a little deeper to bring up good soil. He complied and brought up that good soil. It had been a few weeks he worked for me. He scrubbed my kitchen, rearranged my cabinets, sharpened my knives, and dusted in high places. As a thank you every evening before he left, I gave him a homemade soft caramel. They aren't hard to make, but your ratios need to be precise, as with any candy making. He never seemed to be particularly happy to be over at my place and was always looked out the window when helping with dishes. He smiled when he talked to me, but his smile didn't reach his eyes.
"My sister will be in town this next Sunday. Could you come over Saturday evening instead?" He tried to say he had plans, but I knew he didn't. Eventually, he agreed after I promised him I'd make a full batch of caramels for him to share with the youth group on Sunday. So, I picked him up and he noticed my strawberry plants in the backseat.
"My sister and I will be planting them tomorrow. Homegrown strawberries for homemade jam. The perfect filling for my white chocolate truffles."
I made a modest dinner of pork chops, mashed potatoes, corn, green beans and buttered bread. He didn't seem impressed with my use of canned vegetables, but didn't complain. For dessert, I brought out my special white chocolate and salted caramel truffles. He admired the smoothness of the white chocolate shell. He popped it in his mouth, chewed it for two seconds and swallowed it. He helped clear the dishes and started washing them. After a few dishes, he started blinking as if to steady his vision.
"Oh, sit down for a second, sweetie! You just ate and that can't be good to start with that hot water."
He sat on the davenport (or sofa for you younger ones) and soon laid on it. He said that he felt weak and dizzy.
"Oh sweetie, that makes sense. That's usually the effect of flunitrazepam on the body... Oh, you look confused. That's Rohypnol or roofies as you kids probably call them. Yes, it's taking effect rather quickly isn't it? Probably a lot faster than you you've used it on my neighborhood girl you keep looking at out my kitchen window. When you've been married to a pharmacist, you learn a thing or two about what not to mix with medicine. Too much of this, it works too slow. Too much of that, and it works too fast. He didn't realize I was mentally taking notes. It worked great when I used it on him... He was a lot like you. He had a... Taste for youngins. I won't bore you with the details, but when I put him in the garden, he made my zucchini grow like crazy. You shall do the same for my lovely strawberries... I know you've been trying to struggle, but I've perfected my technique, so you should fall asleep soon. This is the only mercy I will grant you. And do know, I had you dig your own grave."
You know, it gets harder to move these disgusting creatures every year. I wish I did have a sister who could help me process the body down. Breaking down the body and smashing the bones take a lot out of me, but I do it and still make it to church that Sunday. The preacher apologized to me because he didn't know where his youth pastor was. I told him that he can skip this Sunday and come by the next, but the next one never comes.
I sprinkled bits of him into each of my garden beds and plant my strawberries. They will be ready in plenty of time for Halloween night. I think I'll give that girl next door a few extra candies. She's been looking a lot happier lately, and I want to keep it that way.
#Summerween
It's a labor of love to make candy for any holiday, but Halloween is the most laborious. I plan for weeks and gather ingredients early in the season. This year, I had fun getting my ingredients together. I enlisted the help of the local youth pastor at my church. He knows an older woman like me needs help around the house. At first, he was hesitant, but after talking to the preacher, he was persuaded. Good acts through hard work was the winning argument. He would help me Sunday evenings with basic chores and gardening. My garden is my pride and joy. He helped weed and turn the soil in the garden bed. I have very rocky soil, so I asked if he would dig a little deeper to bring up good soil. He complied and brought up that good soil. It had been a few weeks he worked for me. He scrubbed my kitchen, rearranged my cabinets, sharpened my knives, and dusted in high places. As a thank you every evening before he left, I gave him a homemade soft caramel. They aren't hard to make, but your ratios need to be precise, as with any candy making. He never seemed to be particularly happy to be over at my place and was always looked out the window when helping with dishes. He smiled when he talked to me, but his smile didn't reach his eyes.
"My sister will be in town this next Sunday. Could you come over Saturday evening instead?" He tried to say he had plans, but I knew he didn't. Eventually, he agreed after I promised him I'd make a full batch of caramels for him to share with the youth group on Sunday. So, I picked him up and he noticed my strawberry plants in the backseat.
"My sister and I will be planting them tomorrow. Homegrown strawberries for homemade jam. The perfect filling for my white chocolate truffles."
I made a modest dinner of pork chops, mashed potatoes, corn, green beans and buttered bread. He didn't seem impressed with my use of canned vegetables, but didn't complain. For dessert, I brought out my special white chocolate and salted caramel truffles. He admired the smoothness of the white chocolate shell. He popped it in his mouth, chewed it for two seconds and swallowed it. He helped clear the dishes and started washing them. After a few dishes, he started blinking as if to steady his vision.
"Oh, sit down for a second, sweetie! You just ate and that can't be good to start with that hot water."
He sat on the davenport (or sofa for you younger ones) and soon laid on it. He said that he felt weak and dizzy.
"Oh sweetie, that makes sense. That's usually the effect of flunitrazepam on the body... Oh, you look confused. That's Rohypnol or roofies as you kids probably call them. Yes, it's taking effect rather quickly isn't it? Probably a lot faster than you you've used it on my neighborhood girl you keep looking at out my kitchen window. When you've been married to a pharmacist, you learn a thing or two about what not to mix with medicine. Too much of this, it works too slow. Too much of that, and it works too fast. He didn't realize I was mentally taking notes. It worked great when I used it on him... He was a lot like you. He had a... Taste for youngins. I won't bore you with the details, but when I put him in the garden, he made my zucchini grow like crazy. You shall do the same for my lovely strawberries... I know you've been trying to struggle, but I've perfected my technique, so you should fall asleep soon. This is the only mercy I will grant you. And do know, I had you dig your own grave."
You know, it gets harder to move these disgusting creatures every year. I wish I did have a sister who could help me process the body down. Breaking down the body and smashing the bones take a lot out of me, but I do it and still make it to church that Sunday. The preacher apologized to me because he didn't know where his youth pastor was. I told him that he can skip this Sunday and come by the next, but the next one never comes.
I sprinkled bits of him into each of my garden beds and plant my strawberries. They will be ready in plenty of time for Halloween night. I think I'll give that girl next door a few extra candies. She's been looking a lot happier lately, and I want to keep it that way.
#Summerween
