Happy Halloween!

We feasted on fear. And sillyness. We didn't dress up, although some people would count what we wear everyday as a 'costume.' For the mashed potato head, all credit goes to Houseboat #11. Dal with tomato and other choice chunky bits made an excellent pot of guts, while the steamed green beans quickly slithered off to become snakes in the grass. The mystical idly cauldron bubbled with apple cider, and the suspiciously orange witches fingers tasted much better than my first attempt at glazed carrots. Custard apples provided a significantly bizarre dessert.

Gregorian chants drifted through the house... and when I slept that night, I dreamed about dancing with skeletons.