So, I didn't grow up celebrating Halloween and I don't really like sweets all that much (possibly related traits?). I don't care to dress up and I don't like it when other full grown adults dress up. The rule in my house is to turn out the lights and not answer no matter how much the bell rings. My husband does not obey this rule and I wasn't thinking about it this year with the storm and all and I accidentally opened the door. I was greeted by a parent holding a small Cookie Monster. The look on my face pretty much told them all they needed to know, "I don't have any candy and now I feel like a bad person. Thanks for stopping by."
But I do make some kick-ass pumpkin bread.
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