Morning gents. Yoop, you didn't have to mention the "S" word, did ya?
Sounds like a Halloween like I had when I was a kid. You'd spend weeks getting a costume together, only to cover it up with a giant coat.
Used to be a little old lady at the end of the block that still had a small farm from which she sold eggs. She'd invite us into the heated chicken coup, hand us each an apple from her orchard, and a hot cup of home pressed cider with a cinnamon stick in it. It not only tasted good, it gave your fingers a chance to thaw out.
The women of the neighborhood would start baking three or four days before. If you got store bought candy, it was because it was the rare family that both the wife and husband worked outside the home. Cookies, brownies, caramel pop corn balls with peanuts, rice crispy treats, etc.
After I was grown and married, I confessed to one of the ladies that made the pop corn balls that I had always hit her place twice, sometimes three times, via a mask change. To my chagrin, she told me she knew it all along. She told me how she made them, and it's been a favorite holiday treat around the ranch ever since.
