For reals...

It's the last day of October, and it's hot as balls. I'm sitting on my front porch with a pot full of candy. Literally, the pot in which I usually cook chili holds my candy stash. Because I'm not the girl with a special Halloween Candy Bowl. I am not now. I never will be.

So. Big pot of candy:

Also, it's hot out. Abnormally so for this time of year.  Like, it's 80 degrees at 6:15 pm. That's not normal.

I hope my big pot of candy doesn't melt.

Today was work's dress up day and it was OK. I didn't see tons of costumes, though sometimes it's quality, not quantity.

I was pleased enough with mine:

This is me dressed as Nashville Hot Chicken. A culinary play on words, but also, truly hot hot chicken is red and shimmery, so...

We'll see if I win a prize.

That's kind of it.  The next big holiday is Thanksgiving, but I have miles to go before we get there. In every sense of the word.

What I can tell you is, happy Halloween. Global warming is very real.



I used to have a special Halloween candy bowl. None of my Halloween decorations made the move, and only a fraction of Christmas stuff. It's not like I'm getting any trick-or-treaters on the fourth floor of a gated apartment building, anyway. But are one hot Nashville chicken.