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My husband and I were once invited to a Halloween Party.
Always ready to spend a Friday night with red-hot plans, we mustered up a few costumes and stopped on by.
Upon entering there was a mist of smoke weaving its way into our nostrils.
Just inside the front threshold lay a bungled mess of cobwebs, through which we crawled.
Our hostess greeted us with a verry Transylvanian accent.
All was going well. Mightily, mightily well.
I saw the food table.
Upon it lay Severed Hot-Dog Fingers and Kitty Litter Cake.
Eyeball Stew, Pickled Brain Meatballs and a punchbowl of soda suffering from the Bloody Flux.
Standing there, leaning on the supportive arm of my handsomely costumed hubby, I decided:
I’m too much a foodie to accept a gross-out Halloween.
Which is why, when it came time to host a celebration on your behalf,
I simply couldn’t proffer a plate of utterly indigestible digital images.
Instead, I hoped to elevate Halloween from the typical frights and horrors and unpleasantries we’ve come to expect this time of year.
What better way to do it, I thunk to meself, than with a
Grimm All Hallows Festival?
As in…The Grimm Brothers Cinderella.
The original version of the story is tremendously full of frights, you know.
There’s a dead mother. A solemn grave. Dirt and filth and wee amount of blood. And, birds. There are all sorts of birds. Even the kind that peck out the eyes of two certain stepsisters. Isn’t that hideously halloweenie?
But, there’s also enchantment. A hazelnut twig planted upon Cinderella’s mothers grave which, after being watered with the tears of a heartbroken child, grows into a tree. A white pigeon attends this tree always, throwing down gold and silver, and all manner of wishes to the humble kitchen maid.
It is upon that note with which I invite you to join me. For, a very Grimm Halloween…
Caramel Apple Soda Sippers
Simple to make, and sweet to sip, these quick non-alcoholic mixers bring to mind all the flavors of the season in golden style.
1/2 cup caramel ice cream topping
2 packets apple cider mix
2 liters ginger-ale
Half & Half, if desired
In a large water bottle or ziploc container, add caramel, apple cider mix and 2 cups of ginger-ale. Seal tightly. Shake vigorously until cider mix is dissolved. Pour a small amount into the bottom of several large glasses. Add ice. Fill remainder of glass with ginger-ale. Top with a small amount of half-and-half, carefully poured (if you desire the flavour of an Italian Creme Soda). Sip and Enjoy.
“Why should that stupid goose sit in the parlor with us?” the step-sisters said. “If she wants to eat bread, then she will have to earn it. Out with this kitchen maid!”
Pumpkin, Prosciutto & Basil Tea Sandwiches
The only sort of finger sandwiches allowed at my fall festival are these lil’ dainties. Packed with the subtle flavor of honeyed pumpkin and the salty hello of prosciutto, this here is a combination that can’t be beat.
4 oz. mascarpone or cream cheese
1/4 cup pumpkin puree
1 T. honey
8-10 slices prosciutto
12-15 leaves fresh basil
1 loaf sourdough bread
In a small bowl, combine mascarpone, pumpkin, and honey. Whip together.
Spread pumpkin mixture on slices of sourdough bread. Top with prosciutto and basil. Slice crusts off of sandwiches, then cut into thin, vertical strips. Serve immediately.
After showering gifts of jewels and fine clothing upon the step-sisters, Cinderella’s father gave her a hazel twig. Cinderella thanked him, went to her mother’s grave, and planted the branch on it, and she wept so much that her tears fell upon it and watered it. It grew and became a beautiful tree.
Ladyfinger Sandwiches made with Nutella Spread
Oh! How the children devoured these. And, so easy to make. Just spread and serve.
*Her stepsisters and her stepmother did not recognize her. They thought she must be a foreign princess, for she looked so beautiful in the golden dress. They never once thought it was Cinderella, for they thought that she was sitting at home in the dirt, looking for lentils in the ashes.
The next day when the festival began anew, and her parents and her stepsisters had gone again, Cinderella went to the hazel tree and said:
Shake and quiver, little tree, Throw gold and silver down to me. Then the bird threw down an even more magnificent dress than on the preceding day.
The dollar store also (already!) offered a plentiful Christmas supply, from which were crafted these simple centerpieces. Feathered white birds glued upon golden-glittered wooden dowels. Placed in a glass vase, filled with a bouquet of brown twigs and a bottom-full of golden-wrapped candy, they were absurdly adorable and ever so welcoming.
The children were told these wishing birds would make all their dreams come true. After which, McKay and Andrew (the preteens in our group) most cheekily spat forth a slew of their deepest desires. None of which were immediately granted by their wishing birds. “See! They don’t work,” the big boys called out to the teensy toddlers. Alas, if only they knew I’d already used my bird to wish for their nearly teenagers hearts to be humbled through poverty and extremely hard work. Yestereve, Andrew swept our floors and washed dishes in our home, hoping to earn a mere sixpence of allowance. See, boys?! Wishes do come true.
When she stood up the prince looked into her face, and he recognized the beautiful girl who had danced with him. He cried out, “She is my true bride.”
Whatever would a Grimm Celebration without the appropriate dud for donning?
Most thankfully, that glorious shoppe of all-things-frilly,
has decided that one of you simply must not make it ’til midnight without a party dress of your own. CLICK HERE to choose your favorite pettiskirt, priced $69 or less. Pop back by, leave me a comment with your pick, and one lucky winner will be granted their pettiskirt wish.
And now…Whooo’s Next?
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