It's that time of year again. No, not pumpkin spice latte time (I'm not that kind of girl), it's candy corn time.
I grabbed a big jar (because I am that kind of girl—one who hoards jars for reasons) and dumped in a few bags of candy corn. I can't find the box with the fall stuff in it (because I love me some fall decorations), but the candy corn would set the fall mood for me. So I put the big jar on the bar behind the sink (where the fresh flowers and the seasonal candy goes because I'm apparently that kind of girl, too) and forgot about it.
The kids came home from school. They've clearly learned to look at this spot on the bar because it took about 5 seconds before I heard Ooh, candy corn. My husband nibbled candy corn and then about a week later asked where the jar came from (because he's that kind of guy). The jar was empty in under a week. That candy is addictive.
So I refilled the jar and my husband planned a football party. We had all the people over and the snacks and the food and the beers and a few people saw the candy corn and laughed—I mean, it's nostalgic, right? But it wasn't long before I had the last laugh at the laughers. OOh, I love this stuff ... the little pumpkins are the best ... I love the chocolate ones ... and then they discussed how the different colors have different flavors. (I mean, they don't, right?)
My daughter said I wish they sold this stuff year-round. I didn't have the heart to tell her that they do, indeed. But I'm pretty sure once this jar has been filled another time or two, she'll be happy to avoid the honey sweet candy for another year.