In the Hodgkins household, we care about food. My dad is a culinary school graduate. My parents used to own an ice cream shop. My boyfriend knows that I love a good cookbook and gives me new cookbooks for each birthday and Christmas gift. Even my sister said she was won over by her partner because of his fantastic meatball recipe.
When it comes to holidays, we pull out all the stops with our family dishes. It’s the one time of year where we can combine tradition and celebration through our culinary masterpieces. Is it the 4th of July? My dad is out on the smoker making his pulled pork barbecue and mom is putting together the blueberry-lemon pie. How about Christmas Eve? We have the feast of the seven fishes ready to go on the dinner table. Is Super Bowl Sunday even considered a holiday? Definitely in our house, complete with steak tip sandwiches and fresh cut fries.
I LOVE halloween, and who doesn’t, really? As someone who has lived in 3 of the 6 New England states and considers themselves as a true blue New Englander, it feels like my duty to hold this, the hallowest of days, in high regard.
This time of year we see lots of Halloween articles, lots of “fall is the best!” articles, and while it is fun to regale in lists of “best pumpkin treats!”, this is not quite one of those articles. To be completely honest with you, dear reader, I’m here to brag, and tell you the tale of a moderately sized Catholic family that rocked a little town’s Halloween, year after year.