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...
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?