“Not enough chocolate!” Fluff protested, after dipping an ear in the bowl and taking a taste. “More.” He headed for the container of cocoa. “And sugar.”
“Stop that!” Stasi scolded, picking up the mixing bowl and cocoa, while nudging the bag of sugar out of his reach. “As if we want you on a sugar rush.”
“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” Maggie poured a cup of mudslide flavored coffee along with a shot of toffee syrup then perched up on the counter. Her short Nordic blonde hair was brushed loosely behind her ears while she wore her usual uniform of worn jeans and a dark pink tank top.
“Because it’s fun.” Jazz did the same with her coffee. “So what do you want me to do?”
“Stay away from cooking utensils,” Blair said, pulling a large plastic bag out of the shopping bag Jazz brought with her. She squinted at the contents. “Are you sure these bat wings are fresh?”
“Medlin assured me they were.” Jazz looked over her shoulder and wrinkled her nose. “Those are totally disgusting.”
“And very good when mixed with my special cupcakes.” Stasi took the bag from her friend. She opened the bag and dusted the wings with powdered sugar then shook it to better coat the wings.
“I do hope I will not see your spider cookies this haunted season,” Elle, Maggie’s bejeweled black widow spider observed from her silken web in a corner of the kitchen. “They are very politically incorrect.”
“But tasty.” Horace popped an eyeball in his mouth and chewed noisily. He suddenly spat it out. “Hey! It’s got peanut butter in it! I thought it was real.”
“Not at the price they were asking.” Jazz picked one up and nibbled. “White chocolate and peanut butter is better anyway. Not as chewy”
“As if you’d eat one anyway,” Puff scoffed, stealing a ghost finger cookie.
“Soooo, are we dressing up in black complete with peaked hats, striped stockings, and those ugly shoes or can we go wild with costumes?” Maggie pulled out her favorite knife and idly wiped it on her top. As a top member of the supernatural services, she wasn’t happy unless she had a weapon, or ten, on her person.
“Nick’s going to the party as Sam Spade.” Jazz rolled her eyes. “How clichéd for a vampire private investigator? What about Trev and Jake?” she asked Stasi and Blair.
“Trev wants to be Rhett Butler and I be Scarlet O’Hara,” Stasi said. “I was hoping for someone either more glamorous or evil.”
“And Jake’s thinking of,” Blair paused for dramatic effect, “Frank N Furter.”
Laughter exploded throughout the kitchen.
“You are kidding!” Maggie howled the way Jake tended to howl when he was his Border collie self. “Damn, I almost snorted coffee out my nose.” She rubbed her face. “How does he look in the corset and fishnet stockings?”
“Actually, not too bad.” Blair raised her eyebrows. “Are you bringing anyone to the party?”
“As in ‘hey Maggie, have you met a sane guy in the past hundred years?’” The blonde witch shook her head. “The last male I dealt with was a totally pissed off boggle. Very very messy. I think you three got the last good ones. I intend to remain free and fancy free. Not interested.”
“Oh.”
The four witches turned as one and stared at Horace who tried to look innocent but totally failed since innocence wasn’t in the gargoyle’s DNA.
“Meaning?” Stasi’s voice turned dangerous.
“Well, his name is Reginald. He’s a wizard. Single. Brown hair, brown eyes, and can’t wait to meet you at the party,” he blurted out, slowly backing away. His gaze swept in a wide arc to keep them all in sight. “You met him on SupeMatch three months ago. I sent him that picture of you from the Memorial Day.”
Maggie’s eyes practically popped out of her head. “Not the bikini one.” She huffed a breath. “Of course, the bikini one.” She threw a spark of magick in his direction.
“He’s a nice guy!” Horace yelped. “Okay, so he still lives with his mother, but that only means he’s sensitive. And he plans to find a place of his own. And he doesn’t drive. And sometimes his magick sputters a bit, but he claims to make a nice crème brulee.”
“You are so dead,” Maggie snarled, stalking the gargoyle. She reached out, finally grabbed him, and tossed him upward until he was snarled in Elle’s web. In no time, Horace was wrapped in spidersilk with no chance of escape. “You thought it was bad being turned into a gargoyle? Wait until I finish with you.”
“No more goodies for you,” Stasi stated, showing no sympathy.
“Or going to the All Hallows party,” Blair said.
“Even better, maybe he should clean out Eurydice’s fireplace for the next hundred years,” Jazz said. “I only did it for six months and it’s a really big fireplace.”
Horace struggled but the web only tightened around him.
“That’s the last time I try to find you a date!”
And now for one of the witches’ favorite treats. Enjoy!
Eyeball Nummies
Ingredients
1 1/2 cups creamy peanut butter
1/2 cup butter, softened
2 1/2 cups confectioners' sugar, sifted
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
12 ounces white chocolate, chopped
2 tablespoons shortening
2 drops blue food coloring
1/2 cup miniature semisweet chocolate chips
red food coloring (optional)
1. Beat the peanut butter and butter with an electric mixer in a large bowl until smooth. Beat in the sugar and vanilla. Cover and refrigerate for 30 minutes. Roll chilled dough into small, eyeball-sized balls and place on 2 baking sheets lined with wax paper. Refrigerate for another 30 minutes.
2. Melt the white chocolate and shortening in a microwave-safe glass or ceramic bowl in 30-second intervals, stirring after each melting, for 1 to 3 minutes (depending on your microwave). Do not overheat or chocolate will scorch. Dip each eyeball into the white chocolate and transfer to the waxed paper until the chocolate has set. You can chill them in the refrigerator.
3. Stir a few drops of blue food coloring into the remaining melted white chocolate. Make a round "iris" on the top of the cooled eyeball and press a mini chocolate chip in the center for a "pupil." For an extra spooky bloodshot eyeballs take a toothpick dipped in red food coloring and make squiggly lines on the eye.
“Stop that!” Stasi scolded, picking up the mixing bowl and cocoa, while nudging the bag of sugar out of his reach. “As if we want you on a sugar rush.”
“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” Maggie poured a cup of mudslide flavored coffee along with a shot of toffee syrup then perched up on the counter. Her short Nordic blonde hair was brushed loosely behind her ears while she wore her usual uniform of worn jeans and a dark pink tank top.
“Because it’s fun.” Jazz did the same with her coffee. “So what do you want me to do?”
“Stay away from cooking utensils,” Blair said, pulling a large plastic bag out of the shopping bag Jazz brought with her. She squinted at the contents. “Are you sure these bat wings are fresh?”
“Medlin assured me they were.” Jazz looked over her shoulder and wrinkled her nose. “Those are totally disgusting.”
“And very good when mixed with my special cupcakes.” Stasi took the bag from her friend. She opened the bag and dusted the wings with powdered sugar then shook it to better coat the wings.
“I do hope I will not see your spider cookies this haunted season,” Elle, Maggie’s bejeweled black widow spider observed from her silken web in a corner of the kitchen. “They are very politically incorrect.”
“But tasty.” Horace popped an eyeball in his mouth and chewed noisily. He suddenly spat it out. “Hey! It’s got peanut butter in it! I thought it was real.”
“Not at the price they were asking.” Jazz picked one up and nibbled. “White chocolate and peanut butter is better anyway. Not as chewy”
“As if you’d eat one anyway,” Puff scoffed, stealing a ghost finger cookie.
“Soooo, are we dressing up in black complete with peaked hats, striped stockings, and those ugly shoes or can we go wild with costumes?” Maggie pulled out her favorite knife and idly wiped it on her top. As a top member of the supernatural services, she wasn’t happy unless she had a weapon, or ten, on her person.
“Nick’s going to the party as Sam Spade.” Jazz rolled her eyes. “How clichéd for a vampire private investigator? What about Trev and Jake?” she asked Stasi and Blair.
“Trev wants to be Rhett Butler and I be Scarlet O’Hara,” Stasi said. “I was hoping for someone either more glamorous or evil.”
“And Jake’s thinking of,” Blair paused for dramatic effect, “Frank N Furter.”
Laughter exploded throughout the kitchen.
“You are kidding!” Maggie howled the way Jake tended to howl when he was his Border collie self. “Damn, I almost snorted coffee out my nose.” She rubbed her face. “How does he look in the corset and fishnet stockings?”
“Actually, not too bad.” Blair raised her eyebrows. “Are you bringing anyone to the party?”
“As in ‘hey Maggie, have you met a sane guy in the past hundred years?’” The blonde witch shook her head. “The last male I dealt with was a totally pissed off boggle. Very very messy. I think you three got the last good ones. I intend to remain free and fancy free. Not interested.”
“Oh.”
The four witches turned as one and stared at Horace who tried to look innocent but totally failed since innocence wasn’t in the gargoyle’s DNA.
“Meaning?” Stasi’s voice turned dangerous.
“Well, his name is Reginald. He’s a wizard. Single. Brown hair, brown eyes, and can’t wait to meet you at the party,” he blurted out, slowly backing away. His gaze swept in a wide arc to keep them all in sight. “You met him on SupeMatch three months ago. I sent him that picture of you from the Memorial Day.”
Maggie’s eyes practically popped out of her head. “Not the bikini one.” She huffed a breath. “Of course, the bikini one.” She threw a spark of magick in his direction.
“He’s a nice guy!” Horace yelped. “Okay, so he still lives with his mother, but that only means he’s sensitive. And he plans to find a place of his own. And he doesn’t drive. And sometimes his magick sputters a bit, but he claims to make a nice crème brulee.”
“You are so dead,” Maggie snarled, stalking the gargoyle. She reached out, finally grabbed him, and tossed him upward until he was snarled in Elle’s web. In no time, Horace was wrapped in spidersilk with no chance of escape. “You thought it was bad being turned into a gargoyle? Wait until I finish with you.”
“No more goodies for you,” Stasi stated, showing no sympathy.
“Or going to the All Hallows party,” Blair said.
“Even better, maybe he should clean out Eurydice’s fireplace for the next hundred years,” Jazz said. “I only did it for six months and it’s a really big fireplace.”
Horace struggled but the web only tightened around him.
“That’s the last time I try to find you a date!”
And now for one of the witches’ favorite treats. Enjoy!
Eyeball Nummies
Ingredients
1 1/2 cups creamy peanut butter
1/2 cup butter, softened
2 1/2 cups confectioners' sugar, sifted
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
12 ounces white chocolate, chopped
2 tablespoons shortening
2 drops blue food coloring
1/2 cup miniature semisweet chocolate chips
red food coloring (optional)
1. Beat the peanut butter and butter with an electric mixer in a large bowl until smooth. Beat in the sugar and vanilla. Cover and refrigerate for 30 minutes. Roll chilled dough into small, eyeball-sized balls and place on 2 baking sheets lined with wax paper. Refrigerate for another 30 minutes.
2. Melt the white chocolate and shortening in a microwave-safe glass or ceramic bowl in 30-second intervals, stirring after each melting, for 1 to 3 minutes (depending on your microwave). Do not overheat or chocolate will scorch. Dip each eyeball into the white chocolate and transfer to the waxed paper until the chocolate has set. You can chill them in the refrigerator.
3. Stir a few drops of blue food coloring into the remaining melted white chocolate. Make a round "iris" on the top of the cooled eyeball and press a mini chocolate chip in the center for a "pupil." For an extra spooky bloodshot eyeballs take a toothpick dipped in red food coloring and make squiggly lines on the eye.
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