Tuesday, 17 October 2017


Made some muffins with the sugar pumpkin mush. I've made these 7 grain pumpkin chocolate muffins before and will again! After these cooled I was greedy and ate two. With my pumpkin tea. In my skeleton hand mug.

I didn't have much breakfast...really. The pumpkin pancakes have not happened.

Monday, 16 October 2017

Witchy-poo and drinky-poo

The witch was made by my mother-in-law. The Kahlua, well, what can I say? There's a dearth of Hobgoblin beer in this town. Argh!

Sunday, 15 October 2017

Hectic Times

I feel the need to do another double post to make up for the month's slow start.

So, remember I posted that things were getting hectic? Well, it's true. As well as still doing projects around our new home I've been working part-time. Where you ask?

Spirit Halloween, of course. Truly!

That has certainly helped whip up the old ectoplasm. And it's fun but talk about busy! I have today off. For which my feet and exhausted body are so very grateful.

Burning Witches Records

Saturday, 14 October 2017

Trying new things

We went to Lester's again a few days ago. Had to make sure we had our pumpkins for carving on Mat Night. We also bought some veggies AND my first sugar pumpkin. Yep, I cooked it the other day and now have a load of pumpkin mush to make things with. I also did the seeds; of course. But I did something different this time.

Waaaaaay back in my childhood I started baking the seeds with salt. I thought I was the only person who did this and that it was an original idea. That's youth for ya! Anywho, over the years I continued to bake them with salt. I did branch out on occasion and use cumin and curry. One year I made them so spicy it was a bit of a challenge eating them!

The other day while I was out purchasing something we didn't really need I chatted with the clerk about pumpkins and seeds. She told me she always bakes hers with cinnamon! Really? So, I tried it. Melted some butter, and mixed it up with local honey, some very good cinnamon and then coated the seeds and baked them. Slowly at 170 °F and then, because I got impatient, I upped the temp to 300 °F for the last 5 to 10 mins. They turned out real tasty!!!

So, I think I will try something else new. This weekend I will try making Pumpkin Chocolate pancakes. Yum...I hope.

Friday, 13 October 2017

Bad and Good Luck in Newfoundland

Umm, I feel that maybe I need to do a double post today. I did miss a few at the month's start so, yeah, that's it. Has nothing to do with being superstitious...nope.

Bad Luck
- coiling a rope against the sun
- buying a broom in May
- red-haired women (sigh...)
- black cats
- solitary crows (one for sorrow)
- whistling while floating on water

- augured by banshees and broken clocks striking the hour
- heralded by a glaring cat that looks you in the eye (I guess my cat's are out to get me!)

- stepping over a child

And beware the terrible power of a widow's curse; ; little carts drawn by horses at a brisk pace; and trapped dead hares on sale in the streets.

Good Luck
 - horseshoes (often still found in the walls of older houses)
 - two black crows (two for joy)
 - clothes inside out (remember my post about fooling the fairies with bread in your pocket, well wearing clothes inside out is supposed to confuse anything wishing you ill)
 - finding a pin or a white button
 - a rooster sounding off on your doorstep
 - bees blundering into the room

Excerpt from My Newfoundland: The Sensations of Landing on the Island Long Ago Haunted a Writer's Final Memories by Paul Noden West (1930 - 2015). Newfoundland Quarterly;Volume 109, Number 4, 2017


Friday the 13th. Well, I could post something about bad luck, black cats, walking under a ladder, or that movie but instead I've gone another way. Today it's all about 'hygge.'

If you haven't heard the term before then check this out here. Basically, it's Danish for a somewhat indefinable variation on our term 'cozy' but tinged with lots of nostalgia for 'simpler' days. I gotta say my only trip to Copenhagen was full of hygge. There was that amazing restaurant where the only lighting in the entire place was candles. And, oh the old jazz they played! There was the canal boat/bar we stopped in for a warming tipple. And then there were all those outdoor vendors and Xmas markets (sorry, I have to mention the time of year) and versions of glogg (a kind of mulled wine) on offer everywhere. I felt like I was in some version of heaven. But no, it was just Danish hygge.

Regardless of the politics behind the term (for that you can read this here) I feel the snap I took at Lester's a few weeks ago captures it. Certainly the feeling I got on that chilly, overcast day when I walked in from Lester's fields and saw that fire, felt it's warmth, and found myself smiling uncontrollably at the other people in the check out line...well, MUST be hygge!

And those two pumpkins just make it, don't they? Sigh...