Sunday, 20 November 2011
Halloween weekend. Lots and lots of pumpkin. In pies, in cupcakes, in boxes at Maltby Street market. A Frida Kahlo themed night at the ever fantastic Ms Marmite Lover's, tamales, salsa, black beans, nasturtiam flower decorated flan. Coconuts dropped onto patios to reach the white flesh within, huge juicy watermelons. I went with some of the WI girls, we brought self portraits, drew on mono-brows, stuck flowers in our hair. Love to dress up. More about it here and a recipe for tamales - still a bit fuzzy on what these actually are, but damn they were tasty. Then, nearing 11pm, a journey west on the tube in carriages filled with zombies, vampires, wicked witches, who despite their garb still stared funnily at my mono-brow, to a house-party at M's, where his housemates had really gone to town with the decor. Fake cobwebs, carved pumpkins, motion sensor skeletons, tombstones in the toilet. White wine from the bottle, accompanying the boys on their trip for late night fried chicken (plus pumpkin cupcake), streets dark, deserted. Waking up, and only a cooked breakfast would do.