Reblogged from allonsydoctorwho
Good Lord. The south east quadrant with the wee smile at the very end is my favorite. #Nom
I’m not very fond of York Peppermint Patties, but this commercial makes me want to be
(if you know what I mean).
October 31, 2011 by Julie
Do they still trade candy on the corners?
We did. We got to the end of a street and opened our sacks and divvied up the stuff we didn’t like for the stuff we did. I was a companion’s dream, as I freaking loved Mary Janes, Bit-O-Honey’s, Sugar Daddies…
Freaking Pixie Stix.
There was the moment on the way home when I’d stop and stuff a couple of Reese’s away, hidden, because I knew my mom would filch them. Most of the candy was no big deal. My mom, and I’m 40, still jokes that every Easter she’d throw away the rest of my Halloween candy.
Two days ago I threw away the rest of my kid’s Halloween candy from last year.
The Nerds, the Laffy Taffy. The junk that never gets eaten. Yeah, I like Nerds, but it easily slips from my radar after The Big Day.
Livvie loves lollipops. Me? I could live without them. I’d take my pocket change, walk up to Parker’s, and I’d buy Swedish Fish. Sometimes root beer barrels. Most often wait until I had enough for Lik-em-Aid or Pixie Stix.
Effing Pixie Sticks.
Wax bottles with colored sugar water in them. Candy buttons. Candy cigarettes that we could blow powdered sugar into the faces of our best friends. Holy crap I blew money on candy.
Halloween. Carrying a pillowcase up and down street after street. That lady is giving out homemade popcorn balls. I always loved the thought, but they never tasted good. Apples the next street over. No razor blades. Just- what- CANDY APPLES? This person made CANDY APPLES for the entire town-full of kids?
Sucker for candy apples. The sheer, red shine on that globe on a stick. The sticky crack beneath my teeth. Examining the way the skin had turned brown when the heat of the syrup enveloped it. The plastic wrap around the apple itself. It would condense inside- take a finger and dab up the red water.
My mother gave out nickels. Mom- if you’re reading this- no one wanted to come to our house.
I did. Money meant more candy.
Odd that there was so much in the way of sugar that I spent money on, and yet the candy I collected each year would sit until stale.
We took our kids trick-or-treating tonight in the pouring rain. My daughter was gathering, not my son, and the first place she hit was a pottery shop downtown- the place that had given her her very first treat last year. Few kids were out tonight, and even fewer homes participated. It was a nasty night. The lady at the store loaded up Livvie’s bucket. “More. Take more. Nope, take more.” They wanted it gone.
She went for the lollipops. Dum-dums and Tootsie Pops. Chocolate everywhere, but she went for what she loves. The woman tossed in Butterfingers and Crunch Bars. Just about half-emptied her bowl into Livvie’s bucket.
All Livvie asked for when she got home was a lollipop.
Her companions will love her, if they trade at the corners. I only wish we still had small stores around that sell “penny” candy.
I also wish she’d gotten more than one box of DOTS tonight.
And someday she’ll hide the extra boxes from me.
Happy Halloween.
