
The Horror!
My kids went this weekend to get their Halloween costumes. Sam was looking for the scariest costume he could think of, which first was a pirate, then was Wolverine, before he settled on Optimus Prime from the Transformers.
Little did he know that the thing that strikes terror in my heart is candy corn. And all the rest of the halloween candy out there.
I am dying, craving some of that sugary nastiness. I saw it in a Sunday newspaper circular and now that’s all I can taste, all I can smell.
And it really is nastiness. Look at those ingredients!:
INGREDIENTS: Sugar, Corn Syrup, Confectioner’s Glaze, Natural and Artificial Flavors, Salt, Artificial Colors, (FDC Yellow 6 Lake, Red #40, Red 40 Lake, Yellow #5, Yellow #6, Blue 1 Lake, Blue #1, Yellow 5 Lake), Egg Whites, Honey Glycerin, Mineral Oil, Carnauba Wax
So it’s sugar, then sugar, coated in a delectable sugar glaze.
Diabolical!
No wrappers, either, unless you count the 1 lb bag as a wrapper. Once open, nothing to stop me from nibbling off each one’s little white tip, then the orange part, before gobbling down the yellow part at the end.
And it’s not over after Halloween. No! Then they have something called “harvest mix” that has other strange shapes that defy my disturbed eating method. Some are all the same color, which is just WRONG. Indian Corn is wrong, too, because the slight hint of chocolate ruins the whole sugar-sugar-nothing-but-sugar fung shui of regular candy corn.
But don’t get me wrong; I’ll eat it. Oh, will I eat it.
I haven’t bought any yet, and fortunately the people in my office aren’t “nice” the way people with big bowls of candy are “nice.”
But I don’t know how long I’ll hold out.
How do I stay strong? And buying just a small package won’t work. That will turn into a big candy corn snowball (mmm… candy corn snowball!).