When it comes to the spectral visage of the spookiest season around, All Hallows’ Eve or, as the living referred to it, Halloween, finds most people grinding down on the real spooky stuff, like fat black cats, glowing jack o’lanterns, and all the mustiest creatures in the darkest of night.
But, for me, it’s the time of the season to sinfully indulge in the sweetest of treats, like individually-wrapped candy, high-calorie cakes, and, for all intents and purposes, the coldest and boldest of ice creams.
So, when your hack pack gets a Satanic panic for the frozen stuff, bring them to the most ghoulish ice cream shop in town, the ooky and spooky The Ice Creamatory, 1200 12th Avenue SE, in Norman, and indulge in the very demonic reason for the most secular of seasons.