Growing up in a first generation immigrant family we didn’t do much during American holidays. For years and years I envied my friends whose families had traditions and longed to participate. As I grew up, I realized that it wasn’t the easter basket or stockings over the mantel that I desired but what those family traditions signified. They marked time and memories and growth and celebration. They represented quality time with people that are important and added a depth of flavor to every day life. They broke up the mundane and gave distinction to who you are and who your family is.
Rounding out our first year of marriage we decided to host our first ever pumpkin carving party and thoroughly enjoyed our time with friends. Ok…maybe we enjoyed the food the most. Mike carved a VW and I chose a Sanrio character. I’m thinking I’ll do a different Sanrio character each year going forward but for now enjoy badtz maru!
Wishing everyone a happy and safe Halloween!
P.S. we’re best friends with this Disney princess and her prince charming. That’s all.