Monday, July 1, 2013

How sweet it is

Just over three years ago, in the third blog post I ever wrote, I gave the three people who were reading a little peek into the window of my candy strewn world. You might want to check that out because, like most stories, this one is better if you start at the beginning. The battle for candy supremacy carried on into the following year as well (when I had possibly ten people reading). My wishes wants and desires, as well as ways I have been wronged, in the land of confectionery goodness have continued to occur. Considering how big of a role candy tends to play in our lives, I am surprised there aren't oompa-loompas hiding in the cupboards. Unless they are just very good hiders.

I just put out some holiday m&m's in a bowl this morning. Let me clarify, these were not red,white, and blue for the fourth of July. How about red, white and green? Yes, I decided it was time to clean out the pantry. Please note: The pantry did not include my secret stash of Easter gems that was hiding in that basket under my desk. To be fair, I did share those m&m's, Robin Eggs and Hershey eggs since this photo was taken.
I would like to be able to say that I shared that third and last bag of Cadbury Mini Eggs. I would also like to say that those were not the last five pieces (sigh). I think I have to wait until Christmas for those to come out again. Let's move on, as I cannot talk anymore about what is gone.

There was that moment after Easter when I was fairly well convinced that I did not need to see, let alone eat, another jelly bean. That was before I saw this...
4.5 pounds of jelly beans...for $1.99? It would have been a disappointment to my bargain hunting husband if I didn't buy those beans! I longed to see the look of pride on his face when I presented my find to him. Things hit a sour spot (not sour patch, as I love those) when the hubs and I were sharing some jelly beans while watching television, and he handed me some black ones. I was stunned. I asked him if he honestly thought I ate black jelly beans, and he replied that he didn't think so, but wasn't sure. I just sat there. Who was this man I had been sharing a candy jar with for over eighteen years? I told him my feelings were hurt, and he once again stuck with his usual decision to not mess with crazy.
(I cannot explain why I did this.)

I was sitting at the kitchen counter with a friend of mine who was getting ready to host a birthday party for her daughter, complete with a pinata.  We considered the possibility that I may have some candy to get rid of. I told her I had some Warheads, and when she asked if I was sure my kids didn't want them, I launched into some rant about how they never seem to eat them. Then I set to work getting the candy out of the cupboard. See that container there on the ground? That is the candy in question. Now see those few odds and ends that I had to move? Seriously, I don't know why that candy wasn't getting gobbled right up.
Without making a dent in our stash, here is what we were able to part with...

Here is one last sad little glimpse into my high-fructose corn syrup laced life. This right here is my favorite prescription strength candy bar. 

I typically reserve my stock for celebrations with friends or severely stressful times. Since we live over an hour from the nearest trader Joe's, I have to use care when deciding whether or not to rip open that foil. Desperate times, you know, they call for desperate measures. I was forced to open this package all alone the other day. Something did not taste quite how I expected in my one square dose. I thought it was just the absence of company, but as I turned the bar over, I realized it was actually an absence of black sea salt. I was able to make do during the next crisis by sticking some sea salt from my spice cupboard into the chocolate. I am sure you can relax with that knowledge.

There was a point to this high-octane sugar fest. Several bag crinkling weeks ago, the very kind Venti Mocha Moments shared this with me. Thanks super sweetie!
I could have dazzled you with all of my excuses for why it took me so long to accept the honor, but instead I thought I would just share all of that candy with you...fair?

The Rules:
1. Thank the Super Sweet Blogger that nominated you.
2. Answer 5 Super Sweet questions.
3. Include the Super Sweet Blogging Award in your blog post.
4. Nominate a baker’s dozen (13) other deserving bloggers.
5. Notify your Super Sweet nominees on their blog.
1. Cookies or Cake?  Cookies, cookies, cookies (I doubt you are surprised.)
2. Chocolate or Vanilla?  Hmmm...chocolate, unless it's ice cream, then vanilla it is, but possibly with hot fudge
3. Favorite Sweet Treat?  Depends on the day, the time, the position of the moon, but a warm homemade chocolate chip cookie never disappoints
4. When Do You Crave Sweet Things The Most?  When I am not craving salty things
5. Sweet Nick Name? Candy Commander?
I am trying to change some of my ways, and in that effort am going to break a rule! If you like candy, feel free to grab this award (after you send me some candy of course, so Misty you are all set!)


  1. ...can't insulin shock.....

  2. I'm so glad I'm not the only one who hoards holiday candy and has a prescription chocolate stash. :)

  3. A while back you gave me a bar of raspberry chocolate, I hid it, then I found it when I did not need/want it. Now I need/WANT it and can not find it. I guess that is good & bad for me. Can you just buy me another chocolate bar or can we make a run to Rochester SOON?

  4. Ha! Um, thanks?

    I always horde halloween candy and easter candy . . . then find it months later and toss it. I am really bad at actually EATING it when I stash it. If it's not right in front of me when I'm craving it, forget it.

  5. I usually take the holiday candy to work and leave it there. This way, I am free to purchase MORE candy. Yay!

  6. Cadbury doesn't last a week past Easter around these here parts....I have Cadbury envy! :D

    Okay so I'm desperate and I must needs that dark chocolaty goodness.... *le sigh*.....

  7. My husband found my hidden box of Girl Scout cookies. Dammit.

  8. We could so bond over a bar of 85% dark chocolate infused with sea salt and lime, I am sure of it.

  9. Prescription chocolate. Excellent. Dark with sea salt, or chile perk me right up.

  10. I have an entire drawer in my desk devoted to candy. And yes, if you dig down a layer you will find a few easter crème eggs left. (hmm, note to self - eat those eggs)

  11. Oh my god those posts made me laugh! And I'm still wiping away the tears, after reading the exchange between you and your hubby.

    Candy never gets stored in this house. We buy it, we eat it and then we complain that we feel sick, before doing all over again the next day. Will we ever :)