Our family lived so far out in the boondocks that we never went trick-or-treating and never had any trick-or-treaters, since we didn’t have any neighbors.
Except one time.
A family that lived a few miles away came by, and brought 5 or 6 of their kids.
Well, we were not prepared, since that had never happened before, but we didn’t want to send them away empty-handed.
We gave them our leftovers from our meal that evening.
Sweet potatoes. Baked sweet potatoes. (Not the giant kind that you see in grocery stores–these from our own garden were much smaller.)
The kids didn’t seem particularly thrilled about it, but they took them anyway.
But guess what??? In all the subsequent Halloweens since then, they never came back.