They'd have tasted better if they hadn't, in the American way, been overloaded with cinnamon. All Hallows' Eve was in preparation everywhere, not least at this pretty farm market in Biscoe, North Carolina (even if the "local" produce included plums from California).
Come back soon me dearies!
She'd better not visit Troy, further down the road, where there was some witch-dunking in progress. (See the top of her hat.)
And on the steps of a restaurant in Crystal River, Florida, a sheepish-looking waiter.
Meanwhile, back in Western NY, they seem to go for this sort of thing.