Delicious Reads: Food Ideas for Any Haunted Get Together

“It was a house without kindness, never meant to be lived in, not a fit place for people or for love or for hope. Exorcism cannot alter the countenance of a house ; Hill House would stay as it was until it was destroyed.”

― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

We had SUCH amazing food for this book club that I had to share not one but ALL of our recipes and beautiful photos with you y'all!

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Photo Credit: Photography by McKenzi e

Doesn't the food table look to DIE for?

Alright, here was our menu for our haunted evening.

Book menu, menu for the haunting of hill house

Photography by McKenzie

The prettiest salad you ever did see

Summer Nicole Photography

Photography by McKenzie
Autumn Pear Dumplings stuffed with cream cheese...SO GOOD!!

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"Rotting" black fruit

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I made these TASTY heavenly hasselback sweet potatoes and I'm not ashamed to say that I licked the caramelized drippings off my plate.

Cream of Pumpkin Soup...I wasn't sure I was going to like this soup but boy was I wrong! I went back for seconds before our discussion and slurped it out of my mug savoring every sip.

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“It watches," he added suddenly. "The house. It watches every move you make.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

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Roasted Apple, Brie and Pecan Panini
We didn't get any photos of these gourmet panini because we ate them up so quickly!! EVERYONE loved these and what's great is you can always add or delete ingredients you prefer.

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Blueberry Frightening Fizz mocktails that we drank out of our own "cup of stars"

"Eleanor looked up, surprised; the little girl was sliding back in her chair, sullenly refusing her milk, while her father frowned and her brother giggled and her mother said calmly, 'She wants her cup of stars.'
Indeed yes, Eleanor thought; indeed, so do I; a cup of stars, of course.
'Her little cup,' the mother was explaining, smiling apologetically at the waitress, who was thunderstruck at the thought that the mill's good country milk was not rich enough for the little girl. 'It has stars in the bottom, and she always drinks her milk from it at home. She calls it her cup of stars because she can see the stars while she drinks her milk.' The waitress nodded, unconvinced, and the mother told the little girl, 'You'll have your milk from your cup of stars tonight when we get home. But just for now, just to be a very good little girl, will you take a little milk from this glass?'

Don't do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again; don't do it; and the little girl glanced at her, and smiled a little subtle, dimpling, wholly comprehending smile, and shook her head stubbornly at the glass. Brave girl, Eleanor thought; wise, brave girl."