I have mixed feelings about Halloween. Last year we lived with an American girl who seemed to take offence at New Zealand’s general lack of interest in Halloween – an excuse for a dress-up party on the Saturday closest to the 31st, and a sprinkling of trick or treaters. As my workmate so beautifully put it the other day, ‘Welcome to Another Culture’. We have our own shit to celebrate, after all. And an autumn festival in spring just doesn’t make much sense (see also: Easter).
But the good thing about having Halloween when the nights are getting shorter is that those who can be bothered trick or treating are blessed with warm sunshine in which to display their ghoulish creations. And last time we lived in Paekakariki lots of kids were out and about in costumes they had obviously put a lot of thought and effort into. So I wanted to reward those good efforts with a sweet treat or twenty-four.
Sorry for another lomo filter: my original picture just needed a bit of sprucing to better represent the colour of the icing. It is most like the cupcake centre front, but we get the added bonus of a delicious-looking spectrum of reds and oranges. Of course I can’t eat any, but this is my usual cake recipe halved and divided between mini cupcake cases. The icing is just the juice of half an orange, a bit of zest and a few drops of food colouring. It’s been six weeks guys. I’m ok now. I can bake without crying.
I may also dress Rata up as a pumpkin if she’s interested. Entirely by coincidence, we are having lasagne for tea with the last pumpkin from our garden inside. The greens in our garden are ridiculously plentiful at present, and even if we lived on lasagne for the next month I don’t think we’d make a dent. Meanwhile, we had a cauliflower this weekend.