Of all the months of the year, October has always been my favorite. It’s the month in which I fell in love with the boy who would become my husband; the month the leaves change and light up the world with reds and yellows and oranges; the month of pumpkins and of Halloween.
This particular October has been wonderful so far, beginning with a weekend trip to my alma mater, Washington College, where I got to see many, many, many old friends and classmates and professors and the newly renovated performing arts center (ah, my old home away from home). Then Hubby and I returned home, to fill the rest of the month with our annual almost-Halloween traditions.
So far, we have consumed pumpkin products en masse — in flavored coffee ice cream and bread and cookies and butter. We have half a gallon of apple cider in the fridge. We have made multiple pots of soup and all the heavy fall foods I love.
And we have watched movies.
Every year is a race to fit in as many Halloween-ish movies as possible. Hubby favors the old horror classics, I go for the tamer Tim Burton fare. So far this year, we have conquered “The Addams Family,” “Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit,” “Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man,” “It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown,” “It’s Magic Charlie Brown,” “Little Shop of Horrors,” “Garfield’s Halloween Adventure,” at least 10 of “The Simpsons Treehouse of Horror” episodes, “Sleepy Hollow,” and my all-time favorite Halloween classic, “The Nightmare Before Christmas.”
Half the month remains. Many more movies must be conquered — while gorging ourselves on pumpkin bread, of course.