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If you ever wonder if I love you, you need only ask yourself if I’ve invited you to my house for a party. 

All I want to do is cook for you and entertain you, and then collapse on the couch with you, too full to move. 

I have very few needs in this life. 

Play with my hair, don’t question my in-app game purchases, let me shower you with party food and games. 

As a result, this time in our lives of not planning… not planning vacations or parties or get togethers…. or even leaving the house, has hit me harder than I anticipated. It’s frivolous, but the sadness is compoundable to the already existing depression. 

Halloween is my jam. Colorful leaves? Yes. Cold weather clothes? Yes. Ghosts and pumpkins and witches and spooky movies? Yes, yes, yes. 

Last year I threw an absolutely magical Halloween Dinner Party for some of my favorite women. It was a night of delicious food, endless glasses of wine, and gathering around a fire to howl at the moon. 

In a perfect world, we’d gather around some long majestic table, breaking bread together and cackling over carbs. 

But I don’t know many people with a 12 foot long table in a banquet hall, so I have to break up dining areas between rooms, and that’s okay. 

Dinner was delightfully simple because it’s winter and I live by the rule of: put pasta in your mouth always. 

I served copycat Carrabba’s Chicken Marsala over pasta, with platters full of crusty bread. 

Guests were invited to bring their favorite fall dishes, and they did not disappoint. Butternut Squash Bruschetta, Brie with homemade Sweet Cherry Jam, Salads galore. Surround yourself with food people, they are the best people. 

As we all know, I ain’t from subtle stock. 

May I present, my chocolate charcuterie. 

Click here to watch my hilarious charcuterie video!

My friend and astrologer, Tracy White, came through with the perfect Halloween favor; a hand-dressed candle, rolled in dried herbs (ground cloves, chamomile, and peppermint) and cinnamon oil, as well as some obsidian and labradorite.

Finally, we did what all women do when they gather in groups of three or more, burned our grievances in a fire made from the bones of the men who wronged us and howled at the moon. 

Fill the tureen for Halloween and let the cups be clinking, for on this night tis our delight, the witches health keep drinking!

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