I have talked about the strong feelings of change that many of us feel at this time of year: the changing colours and weather seem to bring a sense of melancholy to some, restlessness in others. Historically these tumultuous feelings have been linked to the holidays of the season.
For those who believe in the Druidic or similar philosophies that link themselves to the seasons, the time around the autumn Full Moon and the equinox are said to be when the barrier between the netherworld and ours is at its most fragile. Souls may pass back onto our side during this time.
You might be familiar with Hallowe’en and the pagan roots of donning a costume to scare away bad spirits. Or perhaps you know of its predecessor, Samhain (pronounced “sah-win”), the Gaelic festival celebrating the end of the harvest season. There is also the Catholic All Saint’s Day. All of these have a connection to souls who have departed our world.
Perhaps this mystical element is what gives Hallowe’en its edge. There is something crazy about it, encouraging excess and silliness. On any other day of the year, who would tell their kids to gather as much candy as they could carry? When else would you entertain the idea of donning green face paint and a pointy hat, or wings and sparkles in your hair? All Hallow’s Eve is the time when anything goes.
For most of us, Hallowe’en is a fun day to dress up and have a somewhat reasonable excuse to eat lots of crazy candy. Everyone is encouraged to get into the spirit of things (pardon the pun).
Kids can often dress up for school that day, or at the very least will be attending some sort of neighbourhood gathering at a mall or community hall if they don’t go trick-or-treating door to door. Perhaps they dress up as what they want to be when they grow up, or maybe its their favourite character in a movie or book. Everyone deserves to feel like a superhero at least once in their lives, don’t you think?
The adults are not to be left out of the festivities. Many parents go to great efforts to decorate the house and dress up for the visitors to their door. My dad worked in the media business, and so one year he and some of his audio technicians created a scary soundtrack of sounds to play as the neighbourhood kids came up the walkway.
The only problem with my Dad’s nefarious plan was that it was so scary, lots of kids turned around and ran away. The upside was that my brother and I got mini chocolate bars in our lunches for a couple of weeks.
Even the candy served at Hallowe’en steps outside the boundaries of normal goodies. Many Hallowe’en specialties are rarely seen at other times of year.
- Popcorn balls? The urban myth is that these first occurred naturally in the late 1800s when extreme Nebraska weather at the end of the season caused them. First, extreme heat made the kernels pop right on the cobs in the fields. Then heavy rain caused the sorghum syrup in the stalks to leak out and stick the popcorn together. This can’t be disproven, as apparently the evidence was eaten by a swarm of locusts very soon after it happened.
- How about another treat from the 1800s, Candy Corn? Did you know that it was originally marketed as “chicken feed”? (I bet that person didn’t find much success in a marketing career.)
- You might not have bobbed for an apple if you aren’t as old as I, but do you like candy apples? They were invented in 1908 by a New Jersey candy maker who melted down cinnamon candies to dress up apples, since they were a popular fall food.
- Caramel apples came later; they were the brainchild of a Kraft employee in the 1950s who was trying to find a way to use up leftover caramels that didn’t get sold at Hallowe’en. (I never did really like those little caramels, but that was probably because they got stuck in my braces.)
There are the grown-up costume parties too, where everyone gets to unleash their inner self – whether that be a princess, a minion, a Transformer or a sexy nurse. I for one like the idea that once a year we can show an alter ego and not have to offer any explanation. There may be treats at those parties too, and all kinds of crazy punches; most of us can remember a “witch’s brew” from some Hallowe’en party that might have left us feeling like we really did cross over to the dark side when we woke up the following morning.
You don’t need me to find a recipe for a witch’s brew or Jello shots – I’ll leave that part of the partying to you. My contribution is a gentle one to celebrate this time of connecting with all souls.
I’m going back to another Medieval tradition, when people went door to door asking for food in exchange for prayers made for loves one who had departed the world. Those giving food would often give out Soul Cakes, a sort of scone or biscuit that was often studded with dried fruit or raisins. They would feel good sharing food and knowing that someone was thinking of their lost loved ones. The person getting the cake was thanked for their good spirit with some sustenance.
Like most traditions, there is no one recipe or right way to prepare Soul Cakes, but the recipe I’m sharing is one that pays homage to the symbols we love at this time of year.
I know some of you would rather snuggle up with a friend and watch a horror movie to celebrate, but what can I say – this is my foodie version of the holiday. Extra points are given for those who dress up when they share their cakes.
They don’t keep very long, so find more friends or make new ones to make sure these treats aren’t wasted. This is not a time of year you want to be messing with karma.
