White Dog was discussing the Halloween protocol with the family's newbies, Quinn and Michael. "We generally don't carve a pumpkin," she explained, "but mom will buy a bunch of smaller ones and roast the seeds for snacks and bake the gourd for its meat to make pie and soup and pancakes and stuff all winter." Michael asked about trick-or-treaters. "Since we live in a college neighborhood we usually get about 3 or so kids a year and last year no one came by. BUT there is usually a pretty wild kegger party down at the other end of the block." And since this year the holiday is Sunday, we won't even be home during the day TOWD complained. "Michael volunteers and we will be at the Nature Center with Dragon and his family bike riding and having lunch." I suggested that he could stay behind if he really wanted to but he shook his shaggy head before I finished. "The only good part of Halloween here," White Dog concluded, "is that Dad always buys treats that we can all share...well except for the 3 pieces we actually hand out. This year I vote for fruit gummi bears...who's with me?"
In honor of the Spooky Weekend's beginning we then dove into bowls of pumpkin ice cream which Steve had decorated with peanuts to look like melty jack-o-lanterns.