The Halloween Tradition That Is Haunting Me
Of all the things that could be haunting me, particularly since I live in a very old house, I find it is a Halloween tradition of my own creation that haunts me to this day.
I can’t shake it.
Is it a walk through a spooky cemetery?
No. No, it is not.
Is it the annual carving of pumpkins that inevitably ends with mom cleaning out the pumpkin guts that no one wants to touch?
No. No, it is not.
Is it all of the costume drama that inevitably comes with Halloween?
Everything from someone wanting to switch their costume at the last minute after we spent a small fortune on the new costume they “just had to have” to a full-blown costume crisis like ghost eyes cut in a sheet that doesn’t stay in place. Who needs to see to trick-or-treat, anyway?
Actual tears have been shed in this house over costumes. *sigh*
Strong contender, but, no. No, it is not.
Is it the BAGS of Halloween candy I buy “just in case” we get trick-or-treaters? Never mind the fact that not once has a trick-or-treater shown up at our house in the country.
If ever there was a lie I tell myself.
Those extra calories surely will haunt me worse than anything supernatural, but no. That’s not it either.
The Halloween tradition that I started (accidentally, I might add) and still haunts me to this day are the mummy hotdogs.
I made hotdogs wrapped in crescent roll dough one year when the kids were little. Made a big deal about it as one does when they are hyping dinner to the toughest of food critics – toddlers.
Guess what my kids want every year now?
I don’t even like hotdogs, so I’m not sure why I ever thought this was a good idea.
Dear Reader, It gets worse.
I have one kid who is a VEGETARIAN. Won’t eat the mummy hotdogs but still wants to see them.
Twelve years later, Handy Husband is still taking one for the team when it comes to eating the leftovers. He doesn’t mind the occasional hotdog, but he wouldn’t cry if we buried this tradition.
(image: Pillsbury)
Long story short and jokes aside, I will continue to make the mummy hotdogs on Halloween as long as my kids request them.
It’s clearly a positive core memory for them, so I did something right.
I’m sure they’ll eventually grow out of this tradition or move out of the house and then I’ll probably miss it because that’s the irony of motherhood.
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Happy Halloween!
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