I love Halloween. Always have. When I was little I was fascinated by getting to dress up and be someone else (or my real self) for a day. I love the change in seasons, colors, the smell of spices and burning leaves. Not to mention, cooler weather. Ha. Ha. (If you didn’t know, I’m from Florida. We really appreciate cold fronts down here.)
All of my favorite things happen during the month of October, including my favorite holiday, Halloween. And of course it wouldn’t be the same without my ghost cake. This is actually a Graveyard Cake recipe that I’ve modified slightly. Since I can’t resist putting those cute little ghosts on mine, I call it a Ghost Cake.
Ingredients for your Graveyard/Ghost Cake
Don’t forget to use your own imagination here. You can use whatever you like as a topping. I’ve seen everything from bloody graves (strawberry syrup) to witch hats made from candy corn. Plus, if you’re lactose intolerant (like me) you can make this using lactose free milk. It tastes just the same.
* 1 box Devils food Cake Mix, mixed and baked as directed
* 12 oz. Oreo Cookies, crushed
* 6-10 Oval shaped Butter Cookies (Pepperidge Farm Milanoes work well. I’ve also used chocolate wafers dipped in chocolate before too.)
* White Icing
* Chocolate Icing (or white with black food coloring to make a nice grey)
* Assorted tubes of Cake Decorating Gel in Halloween colors (orange, yellow, brown, etc.)
* 1 cup Candy Corn or Pumpkin Shaped Candies
* Several small gummy worms (Or whatever you like)
Putting Your Ghost Cake Together:
* Bake cake according to package directions or recipe and let it cool completely.
* Spread on the icing
* Top with Crushed Oreo Cookies
* Using gel frostings to write spooky and funny sayings on the top half of the cookies such as “BOO”, “RIP”, “ILMAO,” “B.A. GOUL,” etc.
* Press the cookies halfway down into the cake here and there to resemble standing tombstones. Tilt a couple of them
You can randomly place gummy worms around in your graveyard or whatever other candy you like.
* If you want to do the ghosts, I put some white icing into a plastic bag and snip the tip. Squeeze out into little ghosts shapes (again randomly) over the cake. Remember, they don’t need to be perfect, just look like little ghosts. If they look kinda like snow men, don’t worry. Make a little point at the top of their heads by running a toothpick through the icing and pulling upward. TADA! You’re done!
* Serves 8-12.
Now, if your oven isn’t working and/or you don’t feel like baking. Here’s a way to turn up the temperature, no assembling required. Ha. Ha.
Please Enjoy the Excerpt from SEX SYMBOL…
The room was lit by candles. There was one small table and a few shelves in one corner of the room. A shelf of some sort blocked my view, but when I stepped around it I saw where the sound had come from. Eramus was chained to the wall. One arm was locked above his head and his feet were shackled where he stood. I ran to him.
“Eramus, who did this to you?”
I started to look around for a key, but he stopped me, putting his free hand on my shoulder.
I stood there for a moment and just stared at him.
“I don’t understand. Why would you do this to yourself? How do you expect to ever get free?”
“The shackles are controlled by a machine. In twelve hours, it will release me.”
“Why? What happens for the next twelve hours?”
The look on his face was pained and though I made a move toward him he turned his face away, stopping me once again.
“The full moon,” he answered.
It took me a minute to find my voice. “Eramus, a wolf chased me he—”
“I don’t know who’s doing this,” he said. “But if I am to have the strength to fight him, I have to stop suppressing what I have become. I thought that I could pretend to be a man in order to…in order to love you.”
Tears stung my eyes, but I ignored them. “If you’re not a man, then what are you?”
The pain in his voice was like nothing I had ever heard. And all the sadness in the world was in the eyes that looked back at me as they slowly turned to amber. I understood what he was trying to say and it made no difference to me. I touched his face and as his fangs grew he started to cry.
“Get out of here,” he said.
He was still human to all appearances except for the short fangs and amber eyes. He looked like something wild and a passion stirred in me such as I have never felt before. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and when I placed my hand against his chest it seemed to me that his flesh burned.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he pleaded.
When he looked at me I felt a flame ignite in my soul like hellfire. Anything I felt before was in comparison to a match. The tortured look in his eyes broke my heart in two. I didn’t think it could ever be repaired, but he was surely welcome to both pieces.
I kissed him and my heart leapt. It danced against my ribs to a beat all its own and Eramus trembled at my touch. Sweat shown on his forehead like a fine mist and as I trailed my hand down his face I could feel his stubble already starting to grow.
A low growl escaped his throat as he said, “You should be running.”
“Didn’t you know? Beauty is incomplete without the Beast.”
I didn’t call myself beautiful because of my own opinion, but because he always said that I was. It may seem ridiculous, but I was not afraid. Not just because he was chained, but because whatever he became, he was still my Eramus underneath. And I was completely and irreversibly in love with him.
Thank you so much for hanging out at The Block Tracey. Feel free to enjoy the Cabana Boys while you hang around chatting with visitors. The boys have amazing hands. Just sayin …