Halloween Candy vs. Nostalgia.

My roommate came in the door the other day with more Halloween candy than he could carry in one trip. He had aproximately $150 of candy and plastic pumpkin handled dohickies.  If you cannot imagine.. that is a really really big super sized bag of candy. His intention was to assemble nice gifts for his customers, but what resulted for me in the form of windfall was much different.

Rather than taking the time to create dinner for myself that evening.. I snacked on candy. Nerds, Runts, Twix, Tootsie Rolls, Laffy Taffy, Smarties, Butterfinger, Babe Ruth, and so on and so forth. The whole time I was working and munching and feeling great about reliving the days of being young and running the neighborhood in the rain, snow or something worse.

How great to be nostalgic. To think on simpler times when we planned our route on who gave bigger candies, and who gave out stickers.

Bah to stickers by the way.

Bah.

As the evening progressed and I was in a sea of colorful wrappers my stomach made itself known, first with the tingle of upset, then with progressively bigger and bigger rumblings until I was undeniably uncomfortable. This is to completely disregard the sugar high I was sporting that could have launched even a full dump truck into orbit.

So I offer this. Reliving the past is bull. Today is good. I eat better candy now than I ate as a child. I will not be hoodwinked by those taffy peanut butter things in either orange or black wrappers again. They are gross. I will obtain my sugar fix on something better, like a Belgian hazelnut chocolate or an almond cake that requires it’s own pan.

Those days were good to me in my figure skater outfit, or princess garb.. the bag of jelly beans, the clown. I was a girl with a varied and interesting costume past and I was a girl who ate crap candy because I could.

Not glorified. Just the truth.

And the truth about me now in my adulthood Halloween state?

Last year I gave out pencils. Of course they had a bubble wand in the top… but I was the house that gave out pencils. Say it with me… “Bah.”

Sad, sad days.