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So. I got up at about 6:45 (?) on Friday morning and did my hair. Which took until about 8:05am. Yow! It looked really good, though. My mom always wonders why I keep my hair long, but hopefully now she knows. Yay for elaborate braiding schemes! :-)
At 8:05 (which is 5 minutes *after* I should have been on the bus to school) I whipped on my mini-sari (knee-length, charcoal colour) and safety-pinned it in place. Pulled on the brown tights, the tank top and the arm-warmers (and the Goddess necklace), did my makeup (teal blue "water zig-zags" on my cheekbones + matching lipstick and a crescent moon on my forehead) -- I didn't bother with the horns. I wound up not putting them on at all. Oh, well. ;-)
And rushed out the door.
I got 4 "wow, your hair looks fabulous" style compliments within the space of an hour. Yes! ;-)
Just before my office hours (Dr. Rabinovitch was dealing with 1110 people whose marks hadn't shown up on the scantron sheet) I went down to the Piraeus -- the Market, that is, (Hey! I wonder if Piraeus (harbour) and Pirate come from the same root word? I don't actually know if "Pirate" comes from Greek anyway, but it's an interesting thought), and got the ingredients for my Samhain dinner. :-)
I started cooking the Samhain dinner at about 2:30 on Friday afternoon. :-)
Scooped out the buttercup squashes while the wild rice was cooking.
After that, I scooped out one of the pumpkins (I left the other for my room-mate) and carved a face that looked just a bit like Jack the Pumpkin King (woo-hoo!) and set him up with a candle in his head out on the front steps.
Proceeded to wash and chop bunched spinach and cremini mushrooms.
Put mushrooms, walnut crumbles, sesame seeds, sunflower seeds and a few left over pine nuts, in the frying pan with some olive oil and sesame oil, a Heap of dried basil, some dried oregano, dried thyme, cinamon, ginger, garlic, and curry (I think that's everything), and left them there.
At 4:30 my mom came home and told me that squash takes more than half an hour to bake. (The cook book said half an hour! It said half an hour! It did! ;-) but, luckily, I had an hour and a half before dinner was due to be served, and it takes exactly that long. So all was well. :-)
So I put the squash in immidiately and started making soda bread. (Mmm... soda bread... I should have made two loaves. ;-) -- My room-mate was home at this point and carving here pumpkin. It said "Boo!" with stars around it. :-)
I set the table for six. The sixth place had an apple and a pomegranite on the plate and recieved the first slice of bread (later that night I took it outside and left it for whomever came along). The centre piece was three candles with skeletons engraved (embosed?) on them. (I need to get another one for my great grandmother).
At about 5:30 (?) I put the brocolli on to steam, and started the saute.
I think I threw some ground almonds in with everything as well... (Can't remember, oh well. ;-) And added a little bit of water. I then added the cooked wild rice (it takes a full hour to cook, just so you know) and mixed everything in. Lastly I added the chopped spinach.
Paul arrived (in dead-zombie makeup. He had taken the electrical tape off, though, because it was cutting off his circulation). He helped serve up dinner.
Everyone enjoyed the meal (yay! :-) even Jason, the evangelical fundamentalist baptist border, who pretty-much *never* likes my cooking. (too wierd for his very white-bread tastes -- I think he's happy that he's leaving in a month. ;-)
My family was quite smart in waiting until he'd gone out to see "The Importance of Being Earnest" to ask about the significance of the fruits.
After dinner, my mom went to her "Twonie night of cards" thing (something she runs every friday at a church) and my other room-mate, Katherine, went to her figure skating practice. I put some apples in a buttered dish with cinamon, ginger, cloves and nutmeg sprinkled all over them, and baked them (for what turned out to be 50 minutes) at 350F while Paul and I cleaned up the kitchen and gave out candy to trick-or-treaters. :-)
So enjoyable. :-) We brought the Jack o' Lanterns (and the other decorations) in from outside when we ran out of candy. (We had enough for about 60 kids, but we wound up getting about 68. (Don't people know that no jack-o-lantern means "closed for business"?) Ah, well. And the "feed the children" campagne from Nepean high school came around at about 9pm (or so) to collect canned food for the food bank (or something to that effect) -- we gave them two cans of kidney beans.
We sat at the dining room table and ate our apples (which turned out to be *so* delicious! Very, *very* good! :-) The centre piece candles were still burning. I think it's very cool that we wound up talking about our dead ancestors (I talked about my Dad, of course, and a bit about my Gramp, he talked about his grandfathers) on the Night of the Blessed Dead. It just kind of happened that way. :-) I'm glad it did. :-) We talked about what we did for their funerals, too. :-) Paul and his Dad both get asked to speak at family funerals (people think they do it because they're 'strong' and can talk during grief, but he says that do it because they just feel it's the right thing to do) -- He says it will be very, very wierd when the time comes that it's only him, and he's speaking at the funeral of his father.
I have to say, I agree with that.
After the apples, I extinguished the candles, and we put the dishes in the washer and started it up. (I am going to miss having a dish-washer! It makes things *so* much easier when it comes to big dinners like this!)
Then it was time for bed. :-) We did the usual ritual of changing the duvet on my sister's bed (Paul sleep there, but my cat sleeps there when he doesn't, and Paul is allergic to cats), and said a long-drawn-out goodnight. :-)
Off to bed with me. :-)
And that was my Hallowe'en. :-)
We had corn-meal pancakes with yoghurt and jam and maple syrup the next morning. :-) All in all, a very pleasant 24 hours. :-)
That's it for me. :-)
- Nam'ara,
- Amazon. :-)
At 8:05 (which is 5 minutes *after* I should have been on the bus to school) I whipped on my mini-sari (knee-length, charcoal colour) and safety-pinned it in place. Pulled on the brown tights, the tank top and the arm-warmers (and the Goddess necklace), did my makeup (teal blue "water zig-zags" on my cheekbones + matching lipstick and a crescent moon on my forehead) -- I didn't bother with the horns. I wound up not putting them on at all. Oh, well. ;-)
And rushed out the door.
I got 4 "wow, your hair looks fabulous" style compliments within the space of an hour. Yes! ;-)
Just before my office hours (Dr. Rabinovitch was dealing with 1110 people whose marks hadn't shown up on the scantron sheet) I went down to the Piraeus -- the Market, that is, (Hey! I wonder if Piraeus (harbour) and Pirate come from the same root word? I don't actually know if "Pirate" comes from Greek anyway, but it's an interesting thought), and got the ingredients for my Samhain dinner. :-)
I started cooking the Samhain dinner at about 2:30 on Friday afternoon. :-)
Scooped out the buttercup squashes while the wild rice was cooking.
After that, I scooped out one of the pumpkins (I left the other for my room-mate) and carved a face that looked just a bit like Jack the Pumpkin King (woo-hoo!) and set him up with a candle in his head out on the front steps.
Proceeded to wash and chop bunched spinach and cremini mushrooms.
Put mushrooms, walnut crumbles, sesame seeds, sunflower seeds and a few left over pine nuts, in the frying pan with some olive oil and sesame oil, a Heap of dried basil, some dried oregano, dried thyme, cinamon, ginger, garlic, and curry (I think that's everything), and left them there.
At 4:30 my mom came home and told me that squash takes more than half an hour to bake. (The cook book said half an hour! It said half an hour! It did! ;-) but, luckily, I had an hour and a half before dinner was due to be served, and it takes exactly that long. So all was well. :-)
So I put the squash in immidiately and started making soda bread. (Mmm... soda bread... I should have made two loaves. ;-) -- My room-mate was home at this point and carving here pumpkin. It said "Boo!" with stars around it. :-)
I set the table for six. The sixth place had an apple and a pomegranite on the plate and recieved the first slice of bread (later that night I took it outside and left it for whomever came along). The centre piece was three candles with skeletons engraved (embosed?) on them. (I need to get another one for my great grandmother).
At about 5:30 (?) I put the brocolli on to steam, and started the saute.
I think I threw some ground almonds in with everything as well... (Can't remember, oh well. ;-) And added a little bit of water. I then added the cooked wild rice (it takes a full hour to cook, just so you know) and mixed everything in. Lastly I added the chopped spinach.
Paul arrived (in dead-zombie makeup. He had taken the electrical tape off, though, because it was cutting off his circulation). He helped serve up dinner.
Everyone enjoyed the meal (yay! :-) even Jason, the evangelical fundamentalist baptist border, who pretty-much *never* likes my cooking. (too wierd for his very white-bread tastes -- I think he's happy that he's leaving in a month. ;-)
My family was quite smart in waiting until he'd gone out to see "The Importance of Being Earnest" to ask about the significance of the fruits.
After dinner, my mom went to her "Twonie night of cards" thing (something she runs every friday at a church) and my other room-mate, Katherine, went to her figure skating practice. I put some apples in a buttered dish with cinamon, ginger, cloves and nutmeg sprinkled all over them, and baked them (for what turned out to be 50 minutes) at 350F while Paul and I cleaned up the kitchen and gave out candy to trick-or-treaters. :-)
So enjoyable. :-) We brought the Jack o' Lanterns (and the other decorations) in from outside when we ran out of candy. (We had enough for about 60 kids, but we wound up getting about 68. (Don't people know that no jack-o-lantern means "closed for business"?) Ah, well. And the "feed the children" campagne from Nepean high school came around at about 9pm (or so) to collect canned food for the food bank (or something to that effect) -- we gave them two cans of kidney beans.
We sat at the dining room table and ate our apples (which turned out to be *so* delicious! Very, *very* good! :-) The centre piece candles were still burning. I think it's very cool that we wound up talking about our dead ancestors (I talked about my Dad, of course, and a bit about my Gramp, he talked about his grandfathers) on the Night of the Blessed Dead. It just kind of happened that way. :-) I'm glad it did. :-) We talked about what we did for their funerals, too. :-) Paul and his Dad both get asked to speak at family funerals (people think they do it because they're 'strong' and can talk during grief, but he says that do it because they just feel it's the right thing to do) -- He says it will be very, very wierd when the time comes that it's only him, and he's speaking at the funeral of his father.
I have to say, I agree with that.
After the apples, I extinguished the candles, and we put the dishes in the washer and started it up. (I am going to miss having a dish-washer! It makes things *so* much easier when it comes to big dinners like this!)
Then it was time for bed. :-) We did the usual ritual of changing the duvet on my sister's bed (Paul sleep there, but my cat sleeps there when he doesn't, and Paul is allergic to cats), and said a long-drawn-out goodnight. :-)
Off to bed with me. :-)
And that was my Hallowe'en. :-)
We had corn-meal pancakes with yoghurt and jam and maple syrup the next morning. :-) All in all, a very pleasant 24 hours. :-)
That's it for me. :-)
- Nam'ara,
- Amazon. :-)