About Bellies

It’s December and here I am writing about Halloween. Blame it on a combination of lack of time and too much to post about. That’s right, I’ve been so busy with my exciting life that my many enthralling recaps have piled up… yeah, that sounds good so I’ll go with that.

We entombed Jim in corn or, perhaps, engrained him.
We entombed Jim in corn or, perhaps, engrained him.
The worst thing about taking pictures at Cornbelly's is that you can't really take pictures at Cornbelly's. You can't bring a nice camera that you care about or turn on a flash. The dust particles are everywhere and reflect more light than a disco ball.
The worst thing about taking pictures at Cornbelly’s is that you can’t really take pictures at Cornbelly’s. You can’t bring a nice camera that you care about or turn on a flash. The dust particles are everywhere and reflect more light than a disco ball.

Besides our all-consuming Halloween party, we took part in a few other traditional fall activities this year. For starters, we went to Cornbelly’s with our usual gang. The weather was abnormally pleasant, which resulted in even larger crowds than typical. Hence, the pumpkin-to-people ratio was objectionable. We carried on though and tried to misplace ourselves in the Peanuts corn maze only to find it a tough task given that the stalks were merely waist-high in many spots. We consoled ourselves by gobbling fried Oreos and playing corn ball with a ball too flat to grasp. Then, we concluded the evening by laying Jim six feet under, well more like three feet over, in a corny beach. It may sound like we had a nearly horrible time from my recount but that just wasn’t the case. Fun was had for friends can work wonders even with a stunted maze.

Even amid the kernel chaos one could find peace... or pieces of corn at the very least.
Even amid the kernel chaos one could find peace… or pieces of corn at the very least.

Jason and I, no matter how crazy October gets, always make time for a Halloween dinner… and by “always” I mean the last four or five years. This year, we made a Leatherface potpie and scissor finger cake. The potpie, with its homemade crust, was fantastic but the cake was not satisfactory according to my refined taste buds. You see, I asked Jason to buy some pasteurized eggs or pasteurized-egg product for the cake since it would not be cooked. He purchased an egg-white blend that was salted and seasoned with garlic. I never made it past my first scissor serving. However, Jason’s hillbilly tasters didn’t notice the unfitting flavor combinations so he got to finish the whole dessert.

Our Leatherface potpie was amazing! Our cake? It tasted like a chocolate omelet.
Our Leatherface potpie was amazing! Our cake? It tasted like a chocolate omelet.
I typically surprise Jason with some Halloween goodies every year. It shouldn't be a surprise anymore but, then again, he does have a bad memory.
I typically surprise Jason with some Halloween goodies every year. It shouldn’t be a surprise anymore but, then again, he does have a bad memory.

Although October was a while back, I’m pretty sure we had some good times during it between party planning and scholastic projects. If we didn’t, my memory ain’t what it used to be and you will never know the difference. Wahaha…