Each holiday comes with it’s own brand of unpleasantness and
disappointment. New Year’s Eve offers forced joviality along with the
prospect of being French kissed by a blowzy stranger with Cold Duck on
her breath. Christmas means spending lots of thought and money on
presents for people who already have way too much stuff and enduring
long hours with folks you’d never spend five minutes with if you didn’t
share a smidge of DNA.
However, most holidays also have an
upside. Thanksgiving often brings out the charitable side of people
who donate to food drives and volunteer too serve dinner to those in
need. Easter signals the final days of winter and sometimes the final
round of the Masters.
Then, there’s Halloween, the holiday, with no redeeming features. For starters, it’s not even a proper “holiday” because nobody gets to miss school or work.
Little munchkins and monsters, big ones, too, will be looking for special treats this weekend. Why not have some cookies to tuck into their hands?
I live in West Hollywood, where Halloween is like a national
holiday – arrangements for street closures have been made well in
advance and people from all over will come watch the flagrant and the
flamboyant, the political and the theatrical, the absurd and the
sublime march along Santa Monica Boulevard, from La Cienega to Doheny.
Candy is not an integral part of this spectacle and frankly that's the
only thing that rankles me about it.
Rich, dark, devilish. Like a big Reese’s peanut butter cup. The recipe for these cupcakes sounded amazing, although once I started following it I had to tweak it a bit to get it to work. When they were finished, they were sublime!