Halloween

(witchy toes of Lil' Emily and Amy)

Grandma's Halloween doughnuts are reason enough to marry into the White family.
To label the White family Halloween doughnuts as merely a fun family tradition seems an inadequate description of this apex of holiday gluttony. My mouth is watering just thinking of those fluffy melt-in-your-mouth pastries. The stories I have heard of Halloween pasts -- the boys tell of the time when their little split level of West Valley was the hub of Halloween activity. Neighbor children and adults all waiting for their share of fried happiness. For a few years a neighbor mom attempted her own batches of doughnuts. Perhaps to relieve some pressure from the White house, most likely to start a tradition for her own family. That tradition lasted only until she tired of hearing "these aren't as good as Sister White's." I can't blame her, it's a hard act to follow. Needless to say, in my 7 Halloweens of being a White, we (Brian and I) have never been good neighbors to sit at our home and hand out candy. Our Halloweens consist of the lady-folk tending to hot oil and dough, while the daddy's go trick-or-treating with the youngin's. In my opinion, however, any booty collected in their boo-baskets are overshadowed by the far superior yumminess of doughnuts.

Ellie was so tired that night. She hadn't slept well the night before and was running on fumes. She still made the cutest little Ellie Belly you've ever seen. Spare me your "roll of the eyes, that is so stinkin' cute!" I know:) Brian's brother came through with the great graphic and I just went with it. Here with cousin Cole you can see her progression of emotions that pretty much replayed in cycles throughout the night. She did well considering.

(Thanks Raelynn for all the pictures -- in all the revelry I neglected to take any of my own)