“Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn’t you like to see something strange?
Come with me and you will see
This our town of Ulan-Ude!
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Oranges scream in the dead of night!”
–The Nightmare Before Christmas with a little twist
I spent most of the week running up-town and down-town, hunting, searching for anything vaguely Halloweeny and waging war in my Russian kitchen to produce something American. There was not a pumpkin in sight for my Halloween night, but I carved up an orange, and that worked all right.
I made a shocking discovery that Love might not actually be the most important ingredient in M&M Cookies. It might just be baking soda. Also, I’m sure measuring cups and cookie sheets are useful too. All of these I was lacking, and my cookies were slacking.
My students, however, tell me they were still quite tasty. They are very kind.😉
It’s a lot of pressure taking on the responsibility of representing all things America and Halloween in this faraway land of Ulan-Ude. But my English Club Halloween Bonanza was a smashing success. There were eleven of us in total, and some people even came in costume, so I didn’t feel *too* ridiculous running around in tights and a flower cape pretending to be a super-hero (note: I did still feel slightly ridiculous). We listened to all the best Halloween jams—Monster Mash, Thriller, Ghostbusters, This is Halloween… My pathetic cookies, chips, and candy multiplied into a bountiful feast of junk food galore, and we chowed down.
We bobbed for all my apples.
We carved up all my oranges into miniature jack-o-lanterns.
Out came the toilet paper for the ever-popular and whimsical TP-Mummy creation.
Then we all killed each other in Mafia.
This was Halloween по-настоящему! Except—and this is a rather large except—the evening was almost entirely in Russian. So much for English Club… But I suppose this week it’s the culture that counts.