A couple weeks ago, I wrote a Halloween Plea, aimed at encouraging an evolution of the trick-or-treat tradition away from the Snickers-and-Hershey standby. I pissed a few people off in my writing (I believe the term “douchy” was bandied about), and if my language obscured my message (come on, people, what’s one “STFU” between friends?), I apologize.
Anyway, the long and short of it is that my son, Zev, is on a diet that excludes pretty much anything edible anyone could hand him at the door, but the kid just loves Halloween (and so do I). Add to that, we …