The morning of the thirty-first, my grandmother would tend to gold corn kernels on her electric stove, watch them turn inside out with the heat, stir the fluffy batch with corn syrup and salt, form perfect balls in her buttered hands, then place one each in a small wax bag and scrunch the bag tops, tying them off with soft black and orange yarn. These would go in one basket. In the other basket would be home-baked chocolate chip cookies, a few to a bag, waiting for the neighborhood children to yell “Trick or treat!” at the tall front door.