by germinatrix | November 2nd, 2009
Every year, one or two days before Halloween, I invite a few of my friends over and we have a session of extreme pumpkin debauchery. It is my FAVORITE party of the year, and last Friday’s was a particularly fun bash. Fire, knives, and tequila – what could be better?
I secure the devotion of my carvers by plying them with food and drink – two yummy soups were served; one a hearty and spicy Mexican hominy stew called Pozole, and the other a Marcella Hazan recipe from Essentials of Classic Italian Cooking – Potato Soup with Smothered Onions. I was proud of myself – both were really delicious and there were no leftovers, even though I made enough for an army of zombies! I wanted to get everyone in the mood for play right away, so the minute anyone walked in the door I had them drink a shot – tequila with Sangrita (not Sangria – SangrITA is a traditional spicy tomato-y fruity chaser for white tequila) The word “Sangrita” translates to “little blood”, so I thought making my friends drink tequila with a “little blood” to get warmed up was very apropos.
To be very honest, after the first hour and a half, I don’t remember much but me running around being very loud and trying to speak through my fangs without a dorky lisp. Vampire movies leave out the fact that fangs make you talk like Sylvester the cat. So rather than being dark and mysterious, my Vampyre Cat was drunk and a little bit of a sissy…
As it turns out, the Vampyre Cat also had no skills when it came to carving a pumpkin. I set out to do a Veronica Lake style swirly bangs with one eye pumpkin, but it soon became apparent that I was going nowhere fast. My efforts were met with much ridicule from my dear friends. Not wanting to seem overly sensitive, I made fun of my own pumpkin as well. I feel badly … I didn’t stand behind my pumpkin. If I were on Project Runway, Heidi would have “Auf wiederzein” ‘d me.
It turns out that I didn’t have to be embarrassed about my pumpkin – I realized that it was trying to be a fish swimming through seaweed. Once lit, it did just fine in the line-up and had no problem holding its own against some pretty heavy hitters!
My friends carved some mighty impressive gourds – and one thing these images can’t capture is the wonderful smell of twenty-two pumpkins burning at once … warm, toasty and redolent of autumn.
I want to thank my friends for being such fun! I love the party for the sheer craziness of having dozens of people wielding knives and throwing innards and seeds all over the place, but the results are undeniably spectacular … the beauty of my Halloween garden belongs to all of the wonderful people who I heart so much! And on Halloween night, the garden is loved by all of the kids in the neighborhood, who walk around ooooo-ing and aaaaahing, even the coolest members of Her Majesty’s Secret Service …
It was a BRILLIANT Halloween!