I’m not a Halloween kind of girl. To be honest it just doesn’t make sense to me in the southern hemisphere. My Celtic roots get me all hung up on the end of harvest concept and kids eating that much junk food right before bedtime isn’t exactly my cup of tea either. The street we’re living in at the moment seems to embrace it. I got a note in the letter box the other day asking if we would receive trick or treaters if they supplied the lollies. It seemed churlish to say no. Then I came across a this pretty awesome recipe. So this year, the Bread Winner doesn’t have to cringe as I turn away children empty handed.
We better not get any witches knocking though, they may lose their fingers!