I love Halloween -- mostly just the time of year, although I think the holiday in all its varied significances is fascinating, too.
One of the details I like most is candy corn. :-D I can usually avoid stocking up too much, but I've never been this far along in a pregnancy at this time of the year, and candy corn is now THE must-have food. :-p One of them, anyway!
So when we were out the other day, I thought I'd pick up a big bag of the stuff to make the voice from my stomach shut up.
I love candy corn -- the basic, yellow-orange-white stuff. I also like the pumpkins a lot. A bag of either would do me just fine.
But I haaaaaaaaate the "Indian corn" stuff (the kind that's brown-orange-white and supposedly chocolate flavored). I wasn't worried about that though, because how hard can it be to find a big basic bag of regular candy corn or pumpkins in October, right?
Well, a big fat bird to the guys at Brach's and various retail stores, who have apparently decided to stock everything BUT regular candy corn and bags with just pumpkins this year.
I tried at Target. No luck. I tried at WalMart...and in desperation, settled for an "autumn mix" bag instead (regular, chocolate, and pumpkins, with a disproportionate number of the nasty chocolate candy corns :-p). So late at night, chances are I'm in my kitchen spending entirely too much time picking through to find acceptable candy. It shouldn't be that hard! :-p
And why, oh why, can I not find regular candy corn BUT I can buy any other flavor I might ever dream up in some hideous food-based nightmare?
Craving coconut candy corn? You can have that. Orange-mango? Yup, big bags! (And people wondered why I flew out of the candy aisle looking for a place to retch...)
And whoever thought up green apple candy corn should be dragged out into the street and shot, then forced to eat nothing but those whilst recovering from his or her wounds. I guess it's in keeping with the whole Halloween thing though, because the thought of ingesting something that vile is horrifying!
They'd better not mess with my Cadbury Mini-Eggs at Easter, or I just might flip out on someone. I won't be pregnant then, but I'm sure someone else out there will be, and will carry on the campaign for non-fucked-up sugar-laden treats.
[glares menacingly (for a whale) in the general direction of candymakers everywhere]



