My first thought when I woke up this morning was “It’s frickin freezing in here, Mr. Biggelsworth!”
Because yours truly left the window open last night. Nevermind the fact that it dipped near freezing and, oh yeah, I have my heater on. What can I say, I felt like heating the neighborhood.
Alright, it’s the last day of the week. [Well, depending on how you set up your calendar, I suppose. I personally think Saturday should be the start of the week, because that way the weekend isn’t broken up, but who I am to start that revolution?]
Even though that means its the end of pumpkin week, I’m not going to talk about pumpkin today. I’m going to talk about candy corn. Because I am still sick of talking about (note: sick of talking about, not sick of eating) pumpkin.
Yes, those sickeningly sweet, can’t stop eating them even though you feel a stomach ache coming on, delicious little nuggets of sugar and crack. No really, I swear they put crack in them.
True story: In college, I once bought a bag of candy corn (the normal sized bag, not the huge ones that come out around this tie of year) and ate the entire bag in one sitting. And I’m not talking about one sitting spread out over several hours. I’m talking one sitting spread out over an episode of Friends.
No, I have no self control. Yes, my stomach was pissed.
Now, I happen to KNOW that there are some crazies who think candy corn is the devil’s candy. And, fine, you are allowed your own opinion (you are wrong, but you are still allowed), but there are also those of us, with all of our metal facilities in check who love them.
There are even some people who take their love of candy corn and combine it with their love of baking, and make their own candy corn.
While I fully support the endeavor and am even mildly intrigued by the process, I have to say that it looks to be a bit too time-consuming for this instant-gratification girl.
Plus, I’m kind of picky about my candy corn, and I fear homemade just won’t taste the same. I like Brach’s . You can keep your generic-just-doesn’t-taste-the-same corns, and I’ll have none of those chocolate ones or these fancy gourmet (said in French accent with nose pointing in the air) flavors.
You can’t improve on perfection, people. Stop trying.
I will, however, indulge in the occasional mallowcream pumpkin. But only occasionally.
If you are of the ilk who like to make fun holiday themed treats, you have to check out WingItVegan‘s list of Halloweegan recipes. There is just too much awesomeness there for words to describe. But, um, hello? Chocolate Whoopie Pie Spiders?!?! The girl is genius.
I stole this photo from here. I hope you don’t mind, River, it was just too cute to not post.
Well, this post has taken me entirely too long to write. I have a busy day ahead of me, with a fun blogger meet up this morning, followed by a WEDDING!!!!
Have I mentioned I love weddings? Because I do.
Do you love candy corn or hate it? It seems that there is no in-between with this question. (Also, 100 points to the commenter who gets the title of this post.)
Do you make knock-off treats that might take a lot longer? Last year, before I starting blogging, I made my own licorice using a recipe in Wicked Treats. They were awesome, but I am just too impatient.