Halloween Bat Stew and Dress-up

I don't know if I even like stew.  The food or the name.  But I made it last night.  I had more fun imagining it was bat stew than realizing I was following the bland path of my English foremothers.

Also, as a last hurrah, I had a Reese's pumpkin for dessert.  I ate it with a fork on a dessert plate, and it tasted oh so good.  So this is it.  No sugar.  I promise not to write about the sugar thing every day.  I just have to get my head around it.

Here's another good reason to give up the Reese's: (from Mitch Hedberg)

I get the Reese's candy bar, if you read that name:  Reese's - that's an apostrophe S.  Reese - apostrophe S on the end of that name.  That means the candy bar is his.  I did not know that.  Next time you're eating a Reese's candy bar, and a guy named Reese comes by and says, "Let me have that," you'd better hand it over.  

"I'm sorry Reese, I didn't think I'd ever run into you. ...Lemme at least have a piece!" 

And thanks for the recipes.  Keep 'em coming!  I've gotten a lot of soup recipes.  Perfect for this time of year!

I'm back in the sewing mode.  I think I'll sew something today.  Not a halloween costume.  I just don't think I'm up for painting my belly as a pumpkin or dressing as a pregnant pirate.  I'm flat uninspired by the google images of maternity halloween costumes.  But I did find these cuties:

from here

or 

from here.

Which do you vote for?  I have to decide today, or it will probably be too late.  Are you dressing up?  What will you be?

Sprinkles Make Everything Better

Yesterday, someone said "confetti," and it made me think of confetti cake.  And then I started thinking about nothing but confetti cake.  I started rationalizing that I could turn my craving into a sweet for Mr. F.  I would make him a confetti cake.  (Here's the first clue that things aren't right:  selfish motivation for a "kindness" to someone else.)

I even found this really great recipe, but we didn't have sprinkles.  So, I'd just hop into the grocery when I was done with my imperative errands.  I'd make one of those cute pendant banners declaring Mr. F's awesomeness, and he'd love it and whisk me into his arms, and I wouldn't feel pukey, and we'd laugh and kiss...

Back to reality.  My errands took longer than expected, so my window of not feeling icky was shrinking.  I went to the grocer anyway, but by the time I got there, I was overwhelmed with nausea.  I don't vomit.  I just sit there in the car dry heaving.  And then I get all hot, and that makes it worse.  I eat some watermelon I have in my purse and drive home.  No sprinkles.

At home, I take a nap and think about what a great idea confetti cake is.  Everything takes longer these days.  And I'm a slow-mover to begin with.  By the time Mr. F. gets home, I'm braiding some thread to have a multi-colored string for my pendant banner.  Thankfully, he's engrossed in conversation with someone on the tele.

I scurry to put my pendant together and sprinkle the cake.  Wait.  I never got sprinkles???  What is wrong with my brain!?  So, I stick the chop sticks holding my banner into the plain ol' cake, and-- VOILA!

Wait.  What?

Maybe it's because of the jacked-up pendant, or the lack of confetti-ness about the cake, or the fact that my hubby likes chocolate--not vanilla, or that I get more sick with sweets--for whatever reason, the cake is still sitting on the counter just like this 17 hours later.

It sounded like a good idea.  earlier.

{images from here and there}