Saturday night, I hosted dinner for family and friends. This particular dinner is becoming a Halloween tradition; I serve "ghoulash" and we eat at a Halloween-themed table. It's a really easy menu to throw together, and it's a great way to celebrate my favorite season.
Plus, it gives me the chance to actually use the dinnerware that I spent cash money on (which justifies the purchase,
Hugh).
Ahem.
Anyhoodle, we ate the ghoulash and a charcuterie that included ghost pepper cheddar, because it's all about the theme over here. We also drank a bottle of Syrah with a label that fit the theme, which, is obviously more important than how the wine actually tastes, although, I thought it was decent.
After dinner, we loaded up the car and headed to Hooterville to try out a new haunted corn maze.
You may remember that several of us tried a haunted corn maze in Neighboring City last year, and that it ended up being...well, unhaunted is the nicest thing I can say about it (we still had fun, because that's how we roll).
This maze, I am happy to report, was suitably inhabited by ghosties and ghoulies, and they managed to get several screams out of us, so, yay! Success!
The corn stalks in this maze absolutely towered over us. I'm not even kidding; I have never in my life seen corn stalks that tall. It's hard to see in the picture below, but that is Hugh and the Man-Cub, who are 5'10 and 6'0; the stalks behind them are a good four feet taller than that. Walking through the rows made for a very creepy experience, even without the plethora of teenaged haunts jumping out at random places.
In addition to the human haunts, there were also several very cool animatronic props scattered throughout the maze, which were a fun surprise.
And, once we made it through the maze, there were a lot of fun decorations in the pumpkin patch at the end.
Kristi was enthralled by this skeleton wearing a gilly suit...
...so she wiggled her way into the suit with him. I swear, I can't take her anywhere.
Of course, Jules totally molested a skeleton playing a saxophone, so I can't take her anywhere, either.
Just kidding; I'd take this whole group again anytime. Who else would humor my insane need to make dinner every year just so we can eat off plates decorated with skeletons?
These are my people, is the point I'm trying to make.
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