It was late on Halloween night when our last Trick or Treat visitor rang the doorbell.
Luckily, due to the inclement weather, we had a few candy bars left.
Of course we had to invite him in since it's considered rude to turn away a samurai.
Hope he's careful with that wooden sword, he could put somebody's eye out!
With the glory of the sun, he continued on his quest to fill his bag with candy.
I hope he didn't stay out too late.
Burt showed up again on Sunday morning to make his specialty, Huevos Rancheros for a brunch in honor of Dia de los Muertos, A habanero and a devilish grin, what could go wrong?
Oh no! Are those your fingers!
Cheese. I should have known.
At least he's good about cleaning up or maybe he feels guilty after the scare he gave me.
Meanwhile, back to the sauce. Burt claims it's the secret to his culinary success.
Lots of tomatoes, onions, garlic, herbs and spices but no fingers!
It is a day to celebrate so while his sauce simmered we settled down with a pre-brunch libation! Besides, it was almost noon and we had already invoked the "it's five o'clock somewhere" axiom.
Eventually it was time to eat. Thanks for cooking, Burt!
After lunch a bright-eyed Burt helped set up the mantel to honor our departed family members. We collected their photos from around the house and added a few of their favorite foods. They were mostly all farmers except for Burt's relatives, so the coffee, cheese and butter covered a lot of ground.
It's quite a long drive to this cemetery where generations of my relatives are enjoying their eternal rest, so we will have to skip that part of the celebrations. The last time Nick and I were checking up on the family farm we stopped by the church to make sure the flowers decorating our part of the graveyard weren't an embarrassment to our living relatives. No matter how hard I try get a photo of it looking erie it never turns out. Maybe it's due to it being only 125 years old or that most of the grave stones are still standing upright. Not many large trees are left. Then again it's hard to make a bright sunny day look spooky. Those solar panels don't help either but at least they believe in science!
Talk about a dead end. Nick can't get a decent photo either. I grew up playing among these gravestones with all the other kids in Sunday School. We had a great time, day or night. Of course we all thought we saw ghosts! It occurred to me recently that if there really is a zombie apocalypse, my late relatives would most likely skip the desire for human flesh in favor of coffee and a few cookies.
I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend and enjoyed the Dia de los Muertos festivities if you take part in those celebrations. Sorry for being so late, my internet service has been off and on all month!