Friday, November 1, 2013
Halloween was a frenzy of activity yesterday, as you can imagine -- all the kids at school were in costume and there were lots of sweets being passed around. My brother contributed to the cause by mailing me a bag of Brach's candy corn from the states. This has been his annual ritual for several years, a sort of inside joke based on my childhood enthusiasm for candy corn. I was appalled to see that this year it cost him more than SIXTEEN DOLLARS in postage. Candy corn is surprisingly heavy! I wrote him a thank-you e-mail and told him next year to put the money into my nieces' college fund, but he insists the joke is worth it.
Anyway, I took his candy corn to school (after eating a handful myself) and set it out in a bowl in the faculty lounge, where it was promptly consumed. I hope everyone appreciated the fact that it was imported.
To add to the sugar rush, one of my coworkers baked me a terrific birthday cake, flavored with orange and with orange rind shavings on top. (Very Floridian, though she said that was unintentional!) We all split that and passed it around and it was pretty much gone by the end of the day.
To work off the sugar I walked home. I was a little afraid I'd be assailed by sidewalk trick-or-treaters like Dave the night before, but I kept my head down and walked fast and I guess I looked somewhat intimidating because no one approached me.
(Photo: A house on a quiet mews in Maida Vale.)