The Crabby Cook - by Jessica Harper

Nowadays, my children are too old for trick-or-treating. They still obsess over their costumes, which have grown increasingly sexy over the years (you won’t see any teenage girl wearing a sheet). They gather for parties, driving themselves, no longer in need of parental participation in the Halloween rituals. My friends and I, although saddened that, for us, this fabulous holiday is no longer kid-centric, all do the adult thing: we make our own Halloween party  and drink martinis. I always dress in my (menopause-appropriate) witch costume. I dust off my black hat, put on some scary shoes and a bad attitude, and, bearing a broom as a hostess gift, I go off into the night, to my friend Lynn’s. Lynn decorates the bejeezus out of her house, and serves  Wicked Witch Martinis. Here’s how to make ’em: Read More

Even a marshmallow-hater like me cannot resist these awesome bites from Sees. They are caramel and marshmallow, layered and dipped in dark chocolate, and i defy you to tell me you don’t like them. Read More