Halloween approaches. It’s less than a week away. Helaine has already bought the Halloween candy we’ll hand out. It is secretly hidden. She won’t tell where. I won’t even bother asking.
As it is we always have some candy left over from the last Halloween in the pantry. It’s good to have a pantry! If I eat something late at night and become guilt ridden I bury the wrapper in the trash so it’s less visible. I’m sure Helaine has caught on to this by now.
This stuff isn’t food, it’s food product! It’s manufactured… and manufactured to last. Packing your post apocalyptic survival cellar? Pack Halloween food!
I’m sixty. When I was a kid they were saying the same things about non-packaged food they do now. Did anyone think people were handing out apples even back then? Nothing changes… except collecting for UNICEF.
I wish they still had UNICEF boxes with trick or treating. As a kid my little container full of pennies and nickels made me feel I was doing something good. Hopefully I was.
It’s a little late in the entry to mention, but this whole rant comes about because I spied some candy corn sitting on a paper plate while walking through the newsroom. Candy corn is the only Halloween food I’ve never eaten. It looks like rotten teeth!
I can get past a lot in my quest for empty sugary calories, but rotten teeth? Hand me a Twinkie.