Morning,
Writing to you after spending a night in with truly one of the more bizarre candy assortments I’ve ever purchased for myself to get into the Halloween zone. I typically go for your standard snack size packs of Twix, MilkyWay, MilkyWay Midnight, and 3 Musketeers (the pack with the witch face on it, it has to be seasonal). This year, I wanted something different. Something new. I first was eyeing a combo pack that came with Whoppers, KitKats, Twizzlers (the wide braid one, so good), and snack size Reeses in traditional and pumpkin shape. This was the pack I should have gotten. Instead, I went rogue in Rite Aid and did a choose your own adventure.
The result: Baby Ruth’s and Laffy Taffy’s. Couldn’t tell you why. The Laffy Taffy’s I’m pleased with. The Baby Ruth’s have left me puzzled. I ate too many of both last night. And that’s what the holiday season is about, really. Eating impressive amounts of food that we relegate to one time of year, one month (or even one week) only. For no reason other than to make it feel special. And for the record, I think that’s a wonderful reason. But it does make me do bizarre things.
Case in point: