When I was a mere schoolgirl, my mom dubbed Halloween: National Liver Day.
Some family traditions are meant to be altered.
My mom’s theory was that if she served liver and onions to her closely knit pack of five young wolves, it would slow the inevitable march toward trick or treating. Our pillow cases of candy would bulge less. It didn’t work. We made up for lost time, running between pumpkin-lit houses. But her practice did cause quite stir among the neighborhood kids as they impatiently urged us to “hurry up and eat your dinner.” My dad just wrinkled his nose, disliking the liver ritual every bit as much as we did.
Yes, my mom was a woman ahead of her time.
It’s Halloween week at our house. And while I WILL NOT serve any organ meats, every October I pull out my Full Moon Diner Sign that announces “werewolf liver” as nightly special.
And I obsess over my youngest son’s nutritional needs, particularly at breakfast, which is a slap dash affair at best, often eaten in the car. But this week I hit the jackpot, dessert for breakfast: Trish the Dish Apple crisp.
Oh how do I love thee, let me count the ways. My son rolls his eyes when I tally the powerhouse foods in my crisp: apples, oats, cinnamon, nutmeg, almond meal and flaxmeal. Ok, so there is brown sugar. But the crisp makes a mighty fine breakfast, as nutritious as a bowl of oatmeal, even if Alec has been known to get a little out of hand with the whipped cream.Ah, now there is a family tradition I can get my hands around: the clean plate (dish) club.
As I am overly fond of saying “the letter of the law killeth , the spirit giveth life. “ Thanks mom for lighting the pumpkin. Happy Halloween.