Night is beginning to fall after a gray, ultimately rainy, muggy Halloween Day. Always wanted to have pumpkin curry soup and Paprika Hendl for supper on Halloween night and today it happened, now resting in my full tummy. Hearty fare for so muggy a day, but I don’t care. The Paprika Hendl came out very well; instead of sour cream, used plain Fage Greek yogurt and of course, no salt. Served it over No Yolks noodles and I did enjoy it, after a first course of the pumpkin soup, also delicious. But everything needed salt, however not to the point I’ll risk a spike in blood pressure. It’s raining now, carved my Jack-O-Lantern and he’s lit on the dining room table. Probably will watch Ghost Hunters at 8PM and their two-hour investigation of Deadwood, SD. My early 1:30 AM rising caught up with me and I took an almost two-hour snooze this afternoon. It’s been a nice two days. Oddly glad I awakened so early this morning; started Halloween out perfectly in the dark wee hours sitting in the lights. Tomorrow it will be painful to take down decorations, but there are several I can leave out for fall. And again, after tomorrow, no mo’ DST! Rest easy, my friend, this wicked night…for the veil that separates the dead from the living is at its most thin, thus making it easy for vaporous forms to slip through and…visit you…who will it be???? Pleasant dreams.
My almost favorite day. No Trick or Treaters last night but the air smells of lit Jack O’Lanterns. Awakened at 1:30 am this morning, couldn’t go back to sleep, sat in the living room with just the Halloween lights and blinds opened to deep blue ink colored sky for a long time reliving yesterday at work. It had been a pleasant day; our little pot luck was a lot of fun. I bought the “trophies” for the door contest winners, 1st, 2nd and 3rd. places: a witch doll perched on a bottle of wine (Dr. Dash contributed the wine); the huge witch shoe pictured in a post; and a black and iridescent skull mask, respectively. Bea’s Nest won 3rd; Dash Lab 2nd and Histology 1st (and most deservedly so.) To avoid that office stink caused by someone last year when I won the Scary Laughter contest, although they are now gone, I asked my friend, Gilbert from our neighbors, Biochemistry to judge the doors and suggested he ask another coworker to join him. Then they could decide and give me the results in a sealed envelope to be opened only by Dr. Daroca at the time of the party. He chose Miriam and Dr. Li to join him and they were most professional about and most judge-like. Didn’t expect any less of Gilbert, or the people who joined him. My trophies seemed to delight all who saw them at the party and especially the winners, so I’m glad. Whitney, a young lab tech and very special lady, more on her later, was mainly responsible for the Histology Door. She wore, to the party, a witch’s hat that looked like the Sorting Hat from Harry Potter. Sitting with Bea, I said, Okay Whitney, sort us–what school do we belong to? She surprised me because she immediately said to me, “You would definitely be Raven’s Claw!” I asked why and she replied emphatically, “Because you…are…so…SMART!” That was nice. Bea was HufnPuf and I added it was because she was sweet and adorable? I don’t know the qualifications of each school only that Slytheryn is definitely not one I would want to be in.
Well by now this morning it was getting on past 3 AM and decided to watch a Ghost Adventures I had taped. They were going to investigate the house in the exorcism the movie was based on…started the episode playing “Tubular Bells” remember that? Still in the dark, with the lights, as Zak began talking about the exorcism, this loud sound snapped from the kitchen, like something cracking. Investigated, couldn’t find anything and got a food Halloween frisson because of it, timed with watching this particular show.
Feel like indulging in Halloween stuff all day, curling up and watching all the creepy things I have taped that’s been shown through October and that I have missed. That sounds like a plan; going to cook my version of paprika hendl, the dish Dracula served Jonathan Harker the night he arrived at the castle, and perhaps some pumpkin curry. Won’t linger long at the grocery.
Thank God Daylights Savings Time ends tomorrow. Started typing this about twenty minutes to seven and it was as black as though it was still 5 AM. Hate that.
Now let me tell you what’s going on this Halloween in the Big Easy: Tomorrow is Halloween and it’s supposed to rain. So, a lot of neighborhood are proclaiming today Trick or Treat day so as not to be in the rain. My goodness gracious. In my day, if it rained Halloween, we used umbrellas and galoshes. One Halloween when I was sixteen, a Friday night, Karen and I were taking her younger siblings around uptown New Orleans trick or treating. There was a downpour that didn’t let up. We got soaked. I was dressed as a gypsy and I remember my scarf hanging on my head in a sodden mass. We had a blast. Splashed through puddles with the kids, pretended we were on haunted moors in England, the works. Can you believe how soft people have become? I blame it on technology.
I read an article online in the New York Times about the Republican debate. The first comment was written by someone who started out by saying people who vote for Republicans are not intelligent. Of course, being the elitist snob he was, he had to first describe the debate as, “Shakespearean.” Really? We must have not been watching the same debate. Now this may be considered a karmic kind of touche for me for saying maybe Gruber was right about the stupidity of people who vote for the left, and I’ll take the karmic riposte with good sport. However, this elitist snob should be confronted with the question on his feelings when, Obama first ran for POTUS, Howard Stern made a point of going on the street interviewing people. When they replied to his question they were voting for Obama, he quickly replied, so how do you feel about Obama’s running mate, Sarah Palin, and all of them raved about her.
THE NYT, in my opinion, is one glorious perfect candidate to line birdcages or to be used to housebreak a puppy. Its liberal hubris is through the roof; it invited disparaging comments by readers in reply to the Republican debate but did not offer the same opportunity for the Democratic debate. It thinks it is God and its liberal wallowing is infallible and omniscient. They also love the power they wield.
Almost everyone who comes in through our Halloween door refers to our goblin as “she” or her.” Funny.
One of the best movies ever, one of the best endings ever, one of the best closing lines.
Just a smidge of some of the questions asked the Republicans last night.
‘Are you a comic-book villain?’
‘Can you do math?’
‘Will you insult two people over here?’
‘Why don’t you resign?’
‘Why have your numbers fallen?’
Harwood sometimes writes for the New York Times and really screwed up his facts in a question about Rubio’s tax plan. And the institution he cited as his source has since announced he did mess up the facts.