One thing I am curious about is how the kids on the East Coast are going to trick-or-treat in their flooded towns. Halloween is the only reason I would want to now be in New York Lake City. I would vote for any candidate who would promise to cancel this buckets-full-of-sweets “holiday.”
I have been living in this country for fourteen years, and I still don’t get it. Sorry! I just don’t get it. I know the kids love it, and I probably would, too, if I were still a child, but, as an uptight mom – especially when it comes to what goes into my kids’ mouths and brains – I hate it. I hate the lame candies and all those cheaply made costumes. I hate being worried about them being overdosing on sugar. I’m sure there is a fascinating story behind this holiday, and I’m just an ignorant immigrant who didn’t bother all these years to get to know it.
I promised my kids to just stay out of their way tomorrow. They will be “celebrating” Halloween like every other kid in the country. Leo, my older son, specifically asked me not to offer any treats that involve dates or homemade cookies. Nobody wants to take a risk with something they aren’t familiar with. Ha! Like they know what Malto-dextrin and E-33 are! I’ll probably stay home, or drink a shot of water with 25 drops of Kava-Kava and walk around with them while they collect all that crap, most of which I will selectively throw away later that night.
In order to embrace the holiday, and to put myself in the spirit of it, I made a soup that fits perfectly for the occasion. And mostly because it’s the perfect weather for this kind of soup. I know it’s not pumpkin, but I find the butternut squash in America is much more like Israeli pumpkin in texture and flavor.
Although I have my issues with this holiday, I wish everyone else around the world, Happy Halloween!
My wolverines three years ago in NYC. Continue reading