SARA VANDEN BERGE
I’m not a big fan of Halloween. Mostly because I don’t care for scary stuff like bulging eyeballs and saws. Even as a kid, I never understood the fun of dressing up in spooky costumes sporting warts and pointy noses. I always trick or treated as Barbie.
As an adult, I greet the holiday with the same enthusiasm I did when I was a kid. In fact, my own children don’t enjoy Halloween much and as a family we celebrate with little to zero flare.
We’re Christmas people.
Nevertheless, I understand that there is a certain intrigue that comes with Halloween. Our readers love the ghost stories (especially Dr. Moore’s), which is why I agreed to Friday’s story about the ghost hunters. I thought that would be a sufficiently creepy read for our Halloween readers.
Last Tuesday, I came back to work late in the evening. I was tired, hungry and my clothes were smeared with baked beans (Read on to guess why). Needless to say, I was not in a chipper mood. When I realized there were people in the building, I sighed and tried to be polite.
I ambled over to say hello to two men, one who I know well because he works for the newspaper, and the other who I didn’t. They were the ghost hunters.
We chatted for a few moments before one of them made a crack that creeped me out. I laughed nervously.
“Was that a cackle?” The one I just met asked. “You just cackled!”
I stopped laughing and looked at Amanda Kimble, who was interviewing the men.
She ignored my gaze and continued to type furiously, pretending not to hear the cackling crack.
I looked at the ghost hunter and with as much dignity as I could muster with kidney beans dripping from my hair, said, “I don’t cackle.”
Except, of course, when I’m scared.
Since the beginning of the school year, I’ve looked forward to the night when 40 football players would descend upon our home and take part in the weekly team dinner hosted every Wednesday night by the Varsity Moms.
Last week was my night.
I planned my menu carefully, changing from a spaghetti feast to a hamburger cookout after a deep discussion with my son.
What does it take to feed 40 hungry football players? Answer: Lots and lots of food. It’s like feeding a refugee camp.
There were huge pans of baked beans (the recipe is in today’s Moms on the Go in Lifestyles), not doubled, but 10X. The team snarfed down 105 hamburger patties, ate their way through 10 family-size bags of chips and devoured two sopapilla cheesecakes, two large Yellow Jacket (special recipe) desserts and 60 large sugar cookies.
It was a total blast.
Next Sunday, look for a feature on the Varsity Moms. Staff Writer Erin Cooper will follow the group throughout the week, interviewing some of the moms who work hard to make their sons’ Yellow Jacket experience one that is unforgettable.
SARA VANDEN BERGE is managing editor of the Empire-Tribune. She can be reached at 254-968-2379, ext. 240.