I told a lie to a friend about my own form of personal crack, although it wasn't a lie when I told it. Truly I intended to avoid it, to not purchase any more. Truly I intended not to ingest any more. Truly I intended to avoid even the sight or smell of any more of the lusciousness that creates such a gluttonous craving deep within. Out of sight, out of mind. That's the ticket.
It started this year with one little bag. One little eleven ounce bag. "Just this one," I rationalized, "I'll share it with Wendy." Then I blinked and before I knew it said bag was empty, the goodness inside vanished as if it had never existed, gone like a puff of smoke. I was physically ill, oh yes I was. How could I have let such a thing happen? I hadn't even shared.
The friend I lied to suffers my same addiction. I'd just confessed to him my experience with that little eleven ounce bag. He nodded his head knowingly. Then I lied. I said I was through with it, that I'd not expose myself to such temptation again. I just didn't know it was a lie at the time.
Foolish me. Foolish endcap in the drug store brimming with the irresistably bright packages filled with what evidently is my own personal crack. Foolish sign proclaiming them a bargain at 99¢. Foolish way my hand mindlessly reached out and added a sack to my basket. Foolish way there are now but a handful left.At least I managed to share with Wendy this time.
Perhaps I should dip them in mustard.
Maybe that would cure my addiction.
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18 comments:
Have you ever mixed up a candy corn with salted peanuts? Together they taste just like a Payday bar. (But I'd still go for the kettle corn first.)
Not "a candy corn" but a bag of candy corn. That what I get for foregoing "preview" on my comments.
Oh, sister, you so nailed me.
I am a hoe for the harvest colored candy corn--with the chocolate bottoms.
I also admit that I actually eat the pumkins that come in the mix bags, and I delude myself by focusing on the fat-free-ness of it all. But that does no good when I inhale the whole damn bag. But so far this year I have resisted.
Must
Resist
Candy
Corn
So, if one gave out mustard to trick-or-treaters, could that person be arrested for corrupting minors? And would it be worth it, if I, I mean *cough* that person, could keep the candy corn for herself?
Candy corn is one of my faves. So is Swedish Fish. :)
Although they are a fairly tasty seasonal thing, candy corn just doesn't cut it for me.
Have we moved on from the Trader Joe's fruit thingys then?
I bet that I could eat some chocolate covered pretzels every day and never get tired of them.
But, I haven't eaten them in years since I truly get addicted to them, and they are nowhere near fat-free.
elsewhere...meting out mustard to minors is malicious and makes me...um...mopey? No...um...mean? No..er...massage my mollusk? No...um...mooscilantranakish. Yes, mooscilantranakish. That means I think you would be going to hell with Gina and Suzanne. Mel will be there too because she is the Spawn of Satan (her words not mine). All of Satan's spawns live with Satan. It's convenient that way. Although, giving out mustard is better than giving out ketchup.
I've been hooked on the CC before (that's what they call it on the street, they also call it Spin, Tweet and Grandma's Kickapoo).
I dropped that monkey after going into a sugar coma, falling down, craking my skull on the side a very nice occasional table I purchased from Lillian Vernon, breaking said table and then walking around in a daze and asking complete strangers if I could see their penguin collection.
I snapped to when I saw my Lillian Vernon table. I loved that table. I LOVED THAT TABLE. Sorry, it's emotional for me.
That was bottom. I couldn't go anywhere but up. Now I'm Tweet-Free for five years, 33 days, 7 hours, 18 minutes and 6 seconds.
Get help.
~eb
The secret word for the day is...
"nodskn"
these candy corn things clearly must contain crack...because they taste nasty.
Paulo loves you.
~Paulo
I used to eat like thirty of those damned little pumpkins at a sitting. I realize now, of course, that they are made of the same substance ("mallowcreme," which sounds less like food than an ingredient in an evil magical potion, possibly the one that causes you to gain forty pounds in your thighs with merely one swallow) as candy corn.
But I won't eat candy corn, because when I was five, I was introduced to the stuff while staying with my mom at her relatives', and after eating some--quite a bit, for a five-year-old, as I recall--I
threw
up.
A lot.
For two hours.
Nonstop.
I still hold the candy corn responsible.
But damn, those little pumpkins are *awesome.*
Hmmmm. Now I know what to get you for Christmas.
Paulo loves you???
We see how you are.
~eb
As I started to read this my own hand was coincidentally in the bag of candy corn--the same brand and the same price! No wonder Brach's is a multi-million dollar corporation.
Yeah. Trying to limit ourselves to one bag didn't so much work around here, either. We're currently at the tail end of bag #3, and I'm ashamed to say that I'm finding myself as unlikely to share with my partner as you were.
Also, some afternoons I end up eating Way Too Much, and can easily see myself throwing up nonstop for two solid hours if I eat even one more piece.
Candy corn is Satan.
Save me some...I have now avoided buying any even though I have passed it at least twice. Now, I am wondering if I am doing so solely because I may go to the big store and BUY IT IN BULK....
I'm glad someone likes candy corn - cause I certainly dont.
To each his/her own, I guess ;)
I LOVE candy corn. Circus peanuts too. I usually eat them till I feel sick.
I haven't mentioned it lately, but I'm still a whore to my own personal crack. Good luck with that mustard thing ;)
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