Ah, Halloween. This year it was so good. Jane trick or treated in a neighborhood that was practically on spooky steroids. Streets lined with skeletons and smoke machines and hoards of ghouls and goblins and super heroes. The trees were turning and the wind was blowing and it was just cold enough. Afterwards there was pizza. Really crazy good pizza. I have zero complaints except that my child chooses Dum Dum suckers and Tootsie Rolls over Reece’s Cups when given the choice. She’s got some learning to do in the candy choosing department, but luckily there’s a whole year to Yoda this subject.
And now I have to take my decorations down. November 1st is always depressing. But I’m finding November 3rd with the decorations still up? That’s more like “uh, remember that trailer park where everyone still had colored Christmas lights on timers in May…welcome to that club.” Such a shame wall-bats can’t be “in” for Thanksgiving.
So tonight we’re having roast and oven roasted new potatoes and brussel sprouts. It’s so much darker so much earlier, but now when I’m cooking in the kitchen and turn to face the living room, the city lights twinkle at me. It’s one of those moments where I think, “Holy crap. I live in New York.” It’s nice to have those every now and then. Living in this city can be hard, so when the magic crops back up you forget the crowded subways and the long treks for groceries. Because a fall breeze and Manhattan twinkling and a roast cooking? That’s my brand of magic, even if Halloween is over.