a matter of taste

America goes all out for Halloween. We realised this last year when we were confronted by life-size zombi's in cages and entire houses decked out as witches lairs. This year I'm relishing in all of the good taste stuff that is created. From electric pumpkin carvers (awesome) to jelly body parts to flashing bubbles shaped like cats. The best stuff though is edible. This week the kids will eat only spider shaped pasta and husband is drinking wine named 'evil'. (It is aptly named!). When a workmates regular package from mom arrived I was gobsmacked though. Among the beautifully wrapped treats were the usual ghost shaped lollipops and chocolate cats. Second prize for bad taste went to chocolate coated oreo cookies topped with a little icing tombstone (sweet). First prize went unchallenged to the huge chocolate coffin. Complete with RIP and woodgrain effect this sucker competed for inappropiateness only with the obligatory 'sexy' witch-mom who shows up at every playgroup dress up party. The coffin was complete in it's glory when we popped the chocolate slab lid to reveal a white chocolate skeleton resplendant on his orange cushion. He's too intricate to eat so he's resting in the fridge until we have a santa to replace him.