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“Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something great to eat

“Trick or treat, smell my feet, giveme somepoint excellent to eat.” Perhaps my favorite song when I was aboy. I loved EVERYTHING around Halloween! The candy, parties, jacko’lanterns, cutouts of wicked witches and also ghosts hanging on all o4 neigbors’ doors, bobbing for apples, haunted house tours and ofcourse all of the great costumes that EVERYONE had. EVERYONE exceptfor me!

Mymom and father had actually an chance to go to Las Vegas on some ticketsthey won in a raffle...and this, my friends is where my hell starts. Mymom got yiayia and also papou to take treatment of me while they were amethod inLas Vegas. To be away during such a crucial holiday favor Halloweenworried me, yet my mom reassured me by saying, "do not worry, yiayiaknows what to perform as soon as it involves Halloween, trust me!" Those wordswill certainly always come to, pardon the pun...but, HAUNT my mom for the restof her life, as I never let her forget what I went through thatHalloween! My yiayia didn"t even recognize what Halloween was! No clue.Never before heard of it, nada, zip...I simply envisioned my yiayia walking tothe door on Halloween night, opening the door to a would betrick-or-treater, then running back to us, in a panic, screaming, "thedevil is exterior and he wants candy!"

Beforemy paleas left, I remember my mother reaching into her pocketbook andpulling out a ten dollar bill and offering it to my yiayia. She told myyiayia that the ten dollars was for me, and also that I could pick out anycostume I wanted. Boy, I was so excited! Ten dollars can buy me onceGREAT costume...and the better the cotume, the even more candy I might rakein (hey, I was ten, offer me a break...it was kid logic okay?). I knewI was in trouble as soon as my yiayia took the ten dollar bill from mymother"s hand, winked at my mother then, in a really classy style, shovedthe bill into her bra for safe keeping. My parents left for the airport and also thus my hellish Halloween began! Itwas two days before Halloween and I simply came home from school. As Iwalked with the residence, I smelled that acquainted hefty aroma of Greekpastries baking. I walked into the kitchen and also I saw my yiayia bentover in front of the range, switching pans of freshly baked baklava andkoulourakia and also stacking them through the various other pans that she had actually bakedearlier that day. There should have actually been ten pans of Baklava and ten pansof koukourakia stacked almost everywhere the kitchen. I asked my yiayia why shewas baking, she told me in her thick Greek accent, "is for this stupidHalloweenie parma!" I tried to reprimary calm, explaining that human being givecandy on Halloween. She look me in the eye and told me "Vasili, to givecandy is a TSEEPIKO thing." Now, for those of you who are notwell-versed in Greek and are wondering what the hell TSEEPIKO suggests,it"s Greek for CHEAP! (you men keep reading my stories and I"ll teachyou how to stop Greek prior to you recognize it!). My calm quicklyevaporated, and also I scremed out "NOOOOO!" I ran to my bed and also cired intomy pillow, reasoning of all the hell I would go through if my yiayiapassed out baklava and also koulourakia to my friends on Halloween. Iimagined my friends coming to my door and also ringing the doorbell, through myyiayia opening the door screaming out "Merry Christmas! In her hands apan of baklava and a spatula, scooping out this gooey mess right into a freshbag of "sweet booty" consisting of candy bars, lollipops, bubble gum,pixy sticks and also little bags of M&M"s. I can almost see themlooking at each other and saying, "what the hell is this and why is mycandy so sticky". A couple of hours later on, yiayia came to my bedroom and also told me that shewas prepared to take me shopping. I perked up, pulling myself from thetear-drenched pillow. We were going to buy my expensive ten dollarcostume...at least I had actually that going for me! As we walked right into the storeand headed for the Halloween department, I wass excited, anticipatingan unbelievable costume that namong my friends might height. This costumewould surely make my friends forobtain the baklava and koulourakiadebacle. My yiayia looked at the price tags of some of these costumes,rubbed her eyes then looked aacquire. She reached right into her purse andpulled out her analysis glasses. Once the glasses were on she peaked atthe price tag aget, yet this time shaking her head then looking at meand shelp "NO! I no buy you ten dollar SCRAPPYIA (Yea, it"s Greek forSCRAPS). There was a quick tug of war which she finally won as sheyanked from my hands the costume that I wanted so badly. She put itback on the rack, and also as we walked out of the store she said, "I willmake you a costume much better than the SCRAPPYIA this keep market." This iswhen my heart sank to my stomach. We left the store and also walked into a cloth shop a couple of doors down. Iretained my mouth shut afraid to ask concerns as I watched my yiayia buythree and half yards of THICK, SEE-THRU PLASTIC material. When we gothome, she proceeded to entirely wrap me, from head to toe via thisTHICK SEE-THRU PLASTIC and then handed me a brown paper bag. Folks,this was my Halloween costume! I was horrified as soon as I realized myyiayia, who was gazing at me through such pride, actually expected me togo trick-or-dealing with in this "costume".

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I walked about, embarrassed, hiding in the bushes till the large gangof youngsters cleared each individual walkmethod of all the area homes.It makes me laugh currently thinking around it, people would open the doorsand also ask, "and what are you intended to be little boy?" In disgust, I"dlook up these world and also tell them, "Oh I"m dressed favor my yiayia andpapou"s living room sofa, currently give me my dammed candy!" Just wait until I tell you around the Greek-Style Thanksoffering and also all the crazy memories we had..."Farming Up Greek In America" To uncover out even more around Basile and also "Growing Up Greek In America" Go to www.OPABASILE.com or contact 1-888-8-BASILE.

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