Sunday, April 1, 2012
Any chocolate connoisseur will tell you that, first of all, the red M&Ms taste the best. Secondly, holiday versions of any kind of candy always taste better. My husband disagrees and insists that I am simply falling prey to a marketing scheme. I disregard his argument because he also makes statements like, "I'm not in the mood for chocolate." I know those words, but that sentence makes no sense. If I'm breathing, I'm in the mood for chocolate. I honestly don't even need to be awake. Seriously, I have eaten cookies while sleep walking. It's a real problem.
I have a gift for candy. I was once at work talking to my mom on the phone. Suddenly, I heard a distinct sound in the background. "Did someone just pour some M&Ms into a glass bowl?" I asked. Indeed, my sister had just gone into the kitchen and poured a satisfying pile of candy into a bowl. I also was able to detect, over the phone, mind you, that they were peanut M&Ms. It's a gift... and a curse.
Stever's Candy Shop. It was one of the three things that I ever won in my entire life. Truly, anything from Stever's is a win. My husband recently bought me (well, us) a box of dark chocolate orange bark from the charming little chocolate shop. (By the way, for someone who has to be "in the mood" for chocolate, he sure did pound it down! Guess he was in the mood!) While the orange bark was scrumptious, there was something especially satisfying about eating the chocolate that I had won, the chocolate that I obtained by defeating other children. It was the spoils of competition. I could taste the victory, and I liked it!
Possibly the only thing that tastes better than candy that is won, is candy that is stolen from your children when they aren't looking. I know how that sounds, but I don't care. Candy is not good for kids. I like to think of it as providing a service for them that keeps them from over eating and making themselves sick. Any parent knows that a mini Twix bar discreetly pulled from a Halloween bag tastes better than one you just pick up in the grocery store check-out lane. I guess it's the thrill of the hunt.
Even after my very solid arguments, my husband is not convinced there is a difference. He can think anything he wants, as long as he doesn't mind being wrong. Besides, that leaves more pastel M&Ms for me. :-)