Anyway, as per my general policy on these matters, I did not photograph other people's lovely costumes, but know that Emily was a super hot French maid, Regan was a highly coordinated yet ambiguously-gendered chef with knuckle tats, and Kay had the most purple fedora I have ever seen. Imagine away! Here are pictures of the food I made:
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| Stuffed mushrooms. Healthy-ish, so as to dampen the spirit of the party a bit. There was a murder, after all. |
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| Risotto jambalaya from Louisiana's Cooking Secrets. It took about two hours at the stove and I still got one "I thought you were making jambalaya, not risotto," so that was definitely worth it. |
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| Praline fudge. Um. I found that every time I looked directly at the praline fudge it became impossible to complete any task beyond eating the praline fudge. No one complained about this one. |
My character was a lawyer, so I just wore my regular lawyer clothes.
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| I'm pretty sure this is exactly what my parents had in mind when they bought me that briefcase ten years ago. |
Ivy was the charismatic globetrotter.
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| With a mysterious blind sheep companion. |
SPOILER ALERT Ivy was the murderer. Kind of obvious in retrospect.
Hey, according to my watch it's about pumpkin-patch-thirty, am I right? Listen, I have to be honest, we struggled with some things this year.
Decision-making:
Posing:
Caring about small furry mammals:
But at least we made it home with some pumpkins. I think. There might be pumpkins in the trunk of the car. You know what, I'm at least 90% certain that we came back with two children and 72% certain that they are our children. YAY ALL DONE WITH PUMPKIN PATCH!
