Instagram did not return a 200.

Follow Me!

Easy Delicious Dinner Ideas Random Thoughts

Halloween in the ’60s, We Worked Hard for Our Candy!

October 23, 2015
Andy and Milena

My kids, Andy and Milena way back when.

Kids are so coddled anymore. Halloween used to be a test of your mettle. Now parents go out and buy cute outfits, help their kids get dressed, help with their make-up and follow them along with a flashlight. They check their candy and even force them to say thank you when they’re done.  What have we done to our children?

When I was a kid in the wild suburbs of western Pennsylvania, you had to work hard for your Halloween candy. Houses sat on lots that were at least an acre or half an acre, so if you had any hope of getting a good haul, you had to run from house to house, up and down hills. Our parents never went with us, there was no hope of a flashlight and nary a sidewalk in sight.

We kids roamed the neighborhood in a mob. There was a scarcity of cute outfits. You either wore what your older sibling wore the year before, or made something up. There were lots of bums, ghosts, farmers, baseball or football players. I was often an old Italian lady because I could throw the outfit together in ten minutes. I’d wear one of my mom’s old dresses, powder my hair and walk around talking with an Italian accent. (I’m amazed my older Italian lady mother,  never murdered me.)

Milena and friends, Zena and Andor

My daughter, Milena and friends, Zena and Andor

Older siblings were supposed to watch out for the younger ones, but rarely did. Sometimes it was really cold, and the vapor condensed on the inside of whatever pathetic, hand-me-down plastic mask I was lucky enough to be wearing. Drips rolled down my face as I huffed and puffed from running.

Some neighbors just came to the door and dropped candy in our bags. Others invited us inside and made us stand there until they could guess who we were, wasting valuable candy gathering time. My mom used to hand out little wax paper sacks tied together with string. She’d take a square of wax paper, fill it with candy corn, caramels, and other small treats, pull the paper up around the sweets, and tie it with string. She loved offering candy to kids (whether their parents approved or not) so Halloween came pretty naturally to her.

I always loved how every house had a distinct smell. Some smelled of mothballs, others smelled of dogs, some had a distinctly plastic odor, and some had a lingering aroma of meatloaf. But one house stands out in my memory.

One Halloween, we stopped at Mr. and Mrs. Santelli’s house. They lived at least four blocks away from us on a quiet street. Their house was one of the last ones we hit, before we went home, so I was tired and very hungry.

Slow cooked chuck roast with onions and red wine.

Slow cooked chuck roast with onions and red wine.

Mrs. Santelli was a short, quiet, Italian woman with kind dark eyes and neatly styled black hair.  She smiled shyly as she opened the door of their neat, white, frame home to give us candy. As we stood in the chill on their small concrete patio, under the single overhead light, with our bags wide open, the most wonderful aroma of beef cooked with onions poured out the door. I don’t remember what candy she handed out, but, to this day, I still remember that amazing waft of sheer beefiness.

So, when I got old enough to celebrate Halloween with my kids, I decided to recreate it. Every Halloween, I slow cook chuck roast smothered in onions, and red wine. It’s one of my favorite meals. I also make garlic mashed potatoes, roast squash or glazed carrots, pumpkin pie and Halloween cookies.

My green son and princess daughter on left with neighbors and friends.

My green son and princess daughter on left with neighbors and friends.

When my kids were little, I used to throw the doors open and invite all our friends and neighbors over. Parents, grateful for a meal they didn’t have to cook, came by after Trick or Treating with their hungry kids, and we all hung out, ate our fill and had a ball. My ex used to scare the crap out of kids, playing Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D Minor as he’d slowly open the door, then jump out wearing lots of black eyeliner and red lipstick smeared all over his mouth.  (He did have his moments.) Two little neighbor kids were so freaked out, they tore out of the house.

You can see why the kids ran.

You can see why the kids ran – lipstick, eyeliner, and a bad wig.

God, I miss those days, they were such fun and I’m so glad my kids have so many great memories, but I want more. Guess I’ll have to kidnap some kids or wait for grandchildren – dammit.

The good news is, every time I make chuck roast with wine and onions, I relive those days with one whiff. Thanks Mrs. Santelli.

Slow Cooked Chuck Roast with Onions and Red Wine

One  3 lb. boneless chuck roast

Meat Tenderizer

2 medium onions

1/2 bottle good quality Cabernet or Merlot

1/2 cup flour for dredging

2 cloves garlic crushed

1 TBSP. olive oil

Pam Spray

Remove meat from packaging.  Sprinkle it with meat tenderizer and poke it all over with a fork.  Crush the 2 garlic cloves and place them in a frying pan with 1 TBSP olive oil.  Heat the pan while dredging the meat in the flour on both sides.  Place the meat in the pan and brown it on both sides.  Remove it from frying pan and place it into a roasting pan sprayed with Pam.

While the frying pan is still hot, pour the wine in the pan and deglaze it, scraping up all the pieces of flour and garlic.  Turn off heat and set aside.  Slice the two onions into 1/2 inch slices.  Lay the onion slices over the top of the beef.  Then pour the wine from the pan over the onions and meat.  Cover pan with aluminum foil and bake for three hours or until meat is fork tender turning at least once while cooking.

Garlic Mashed Potatoes 

8 large red-skinned potatoes

1 cup or more of half and half

1 stick of butter

5 garlic cloves finely chopped

Sea Salt

Scrub the potatoes and remove any eyes, then chop them into eighths (or smaller)and place them in a large pot. (I don’t peel them because everyone tells me the skin is where the nutrients are, plus it’s so thin it really doesn’t detract from the taste at all. Fill the pot so the water  is about an inch over the top of the potatoes and let them boil.  While they are cooking, take a small pan and put the butter in with the chopped garlic.  Saute the garlic for 1 to two minutes, but no longer.  Do not let it brown.  Set it aside.

When the potatoes can be easily pierced with a fork, drain them and immediately add the butter and garlic mixture and the half and half.  (Once I made the mistake of draining the potatoes and waiting a while to add the butter and half and half, and they were like stucco!  You could have plastered the walls with them. I never lived it down.) I use a hand mixer and just mix them with the half and half and butter garlic mixture until they reach a consistency I like. Sometimes I add more half and half, sometimes less. I add sea salt to taste and then serve them with a little dollop of butter in the middle.

  • Reply
    Veggie and Shrimp, Risotto — Delicious and Good for You! – At Fran's Table
    March 26, 2019 at 8:16 pm

    […] it is utterly delicious and a perfect warm your bones, fall and winter recipe. The post was called, Halloween in the ’60s, We Worked Hard for Our Candy. I hope you’re enjoying the fall. Here in California, it’s been in the 80’s. […]

  • Reply
    Veggie and Shrimp, Risotto — Delicious and Good for You! – At Fran's Table
    November 4, 2018 at 5:13 pm

    […] I made this risotto for my son on Halloween night. It was the first Halloween in more than 20 years that I didn’t make my old standby, Slow Roasted Chuck Roast in Wine Smothered in Onions. Every so often you gotta shake things up, but I’m including a link to that recipe because it is utterly delicious and a perfect warm your bones, fall and winter recipe. The post was called, Halloween in the ’60s, We Worked Hard for Our Candy. […]

  • Reply
    October 26, 2015 at 5:42 pm

    I sure remember the Santelli’s. I never got to sniff that beef dish I don’t think though. Making my mouth water Fran! The pictures are priceless. Our costumes were always home made and I looked dorky but, oh well, . . . . . . . .good memories.

    • Reply
      Fran Tunno
      October 27, 2015 at 7:17 pm

      The Santelli’s were really nice people. I think their son was our paperboy. Yeah, I spent many a year dressed as a bum.

  • Reply
    October 26, 2015 at 1:37 pm

    When I was a kid, on Halloween my sister and I roamed the neighborhood for a couple of hours, hitting every single house, and we usually dragged ourselves home around 8:30, with just enough time to spread out our loot, gloat a little bit, stuff a few pieces in our mouths, and get to bed by 9:00.
    When we were still very young, my mom would go with us, which was great fun because she loved visiting with all of the neighbors who were out with their kids, and it was just a great night of socializing. One year we were making our way back up through the housing tract and we were a couple of blocks from home, when this woman started walking towards us, teetering precariously on high heels, with the most horrible knobby knees you’ve ever seen. We all three said, “Who is THAT?” as we gaped, noting that we had never seen this woman in the neighborhood before. My sister and I said, “She kind of looks like Grammy!” (my dad’s mom). This was not a compliment, as Grammy was a mean lady who was rail thin and always looked emaciated (though she thought that she looked gorgeous, and she was always hounding my poor mom, telling her to lose weight).
    Well, this woman continued tottering towards us, unsteady on those high heels, and as she got closer to us we finally realized, in the dark, that the woman was our dad! He had put on one of my mom’s dresses (a red belted number, quite fetching) and a crazy old wig that my mom had up on the closet shelf. He had stuffed his big feet into her size 6 1/2 shoes, and had managed to walk two blocks in those heels, which was obviously no easy job.
    It was the most hilarious sight ever. My dad was not a fun guy, so this was a complete departure from his usual gruff behavior, and we laughed ourselves silly for days. It was the perfect hoax, and a fun moment that became legendary.
    One never knows what Halloween will bring out of the upstairs closet!
    Here’s to the joys of costumes, pranks, and hilarity!
    I love your story about your childhood Halloweens, and the pot roast tradition! As always, you’ve got my mouth watering!!

    • Reply
      Fran Tunno
      October 27, 2015 at 7:15 pm

      Oh Leslie, I always love your comments, but my mental picture of your dad in those heels is priceless. I love that he did that. See? There’s a child inside everyone. I hope your mom’s shoes survived! This year, I will eat at least three pieces of candy in honor of the child who still lives inside me!

  • Reply
    October 24, 2015 at 3:28 pm

    OMG Fran, I’m 64 and your ex scares me, LOL!!!!!!! Thanks for sharing your memories.

    • Reply
      Fran Tunno
      October 27, 2015 at 7:13 pm

      You are most welcome, I’m so glad you liked it. Yeah, he was an interesting character, that’s for sure! But a lot of fun on Halloween.

  • Reply
    October 24, 2015 at 9:06 am

    Oh, how I hated to have wear a coat over my costume! And I had an uncle who used to scare the pants off of me by standing on my Grandmother’s lawn like the headless horseman (with a trench coat pulled up over his head). I would be so excited to get home and start eating my candy, I would come around the corner, and then there he was scarring me for life! I can smell that delicious beef dish through the pages, Frannie!

    • Reply
      Fran Tunno
      October 27, 2015 at 7:12 pm

      That’s too funny. I am just imagining you, as a little kid leaping out of your skin at the sight of him. One of these days I’ll cook chuck roast just for you!

  • Reply
    October 23, 2015 at 10:48 am

    Good column Bruny. I don’t remember Mrs. Santelli? From: At Fran’s Table To: Sent: Friday, October 23, 2015 8:21 AM Subject: [New post] Halloween in the ’60s, We Worked Hard for Our Candy! #yiv1911610101 a:hover {color:red;}#yiv1911610101 a {text-decoration:none;color:#0088cc;}#yiv1911610101 a.yiv1911610101primaryactionlink:link, #yiv1911610101 a.yiv1911610101primaryactionlink:visited {background-color:#2585B2;color:#fff;}#yiv1911610101 a.yiv1911610101primaryactionlink:hover, #yiv1911610101 a.yiv1911610101primaryactionlink:active {background-color:#11729E;color:#fff;}#yiv1911610101 | Fran Tunno posted: “Kids are so coddled anymore. Halloween used to be a test of your mettle. Now parents go out and buy cute outfits, help their kids get dressed, help with their make-up and follow them along with a flashlight. They check their candy and even force them ” | |

    • Reply
      Fran Tunno
      October 23, 2015 at 1:31 pm

      Bernie, the Santelli’s lived down the street (as you went down the hill) past the shrine. You turned right right there and they were on the right side in a white frame house about a block up the street. Their son was our paperboy.I think his name was Joe, but I could be wrong.

  • Reply
    Donna Tunno
    October 23, 2015 at 7:01 am

    OMG, I belly laughed at the photo of Roger, your ex. His costume was simple, his makeup was simple but so effective! I love it! No wonder your kids and the others look so perfect … they live in California, the land of perfect weather! Back in Ohio and PA, we had to fight bone-chilling cold, rain and snow! We had to deal with runny noses and frozen fingers as we tore into the candy and chips! I love your tradition of the roast beef … traditions are treasures.

    • Reply
      Fran Tunno
      October 23, 2015 at 1:28 pm

      Thank you Donna. Yeah, it was such fun and I do miss throwing the big parties. Now I keep it very small, but I always make the chuck roast. Some things you just can’t let go of. I remember the frozen fingers well. California does have some wonderful perks.

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: