'Tis the Fall season and that means scarves, cider and changing colors.
OR, if you're me, it's all about the candy. I mean, hooray for scarves or whatever but *candy* is at a veritable free fall around this time of year. I should know, I bought 3 bags at Target yesterday.
Let's talk about the seedy side of the candy world. The underbelly, the creepy cousin that your mom forces you to be nice to, the secret family shame. In other words - these guys:
I'm pretty sure only dads eat these. I know mine did.
aka "Satan's Candy"
Getting raisins is just offensive if you ask me. When I was a kid it was like, "yeah, thanks for trying to not rot my teeth but I think that's the whole point to tonight. So go back to your fridge, put this pack of raisins back and I'll take your slightly used bottle of Hershey's syrup"
Mary Jane's Peanut Butter Kisses
The worst. The absolute worst. Does any one person on the planet like these? You remember when you got home from trick-or-treating and you dumped out your bag on the floor and you had a bunch of these? These nasty things are dream killers.