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Humor Column The Best and Worst Halloween Candy (of Sorts) Journal Entry: October 31, 1975 (age 6) Tonight, when I got home from trick-or-treating, the
rubber band on my Spider-Man mask was starting to hurt my ears, so I
took it off and set it on the kitchen table. I set it face down,
so I could use it as a receptacle for one of my piles of candy. It
was time for my favorite part of Halloween: the obsessive sorting
and categorizing of the candy. I have five categories, from best
to worst. WICKED AWESOME – Smarties
and M&Ms are my favorites, partly because they allow me to organize
within the candy itself, creating a hierarchy of colors or “the perfect
mouthful” – containing one of each. At school yesterday, some of
the cute girls in my kindergarten class were wearing candy necklaces.
I have already begun lobbying my mom to make me a Dracula costume for
next year. AWESOME – A Three
Musketeers bar is like porridge that’s a little too cold. A
Snickers bar is like porridge that’s a little too hot. A Milky Way
bar is just right. I would include it
in my list of best candies, but I have some lingering concerns about the
origins and long-term effects of nougat. I’LL STILL HAVE SOME IN MARCH
– When I get down to the dregs of my Halloween candy, a three-course
meal might consist of a Zagnut, a Butterfinger, and a Clark Bar.
Sure, I’ll eat a box of Junior Mints, but I won’t really enjoy it.
Sugar Daddies tend to pile up, because they take too much time and
effort to eat. The makers of Necco Wafers hold the dubious
distinction of producing something only slightly less bland than
Communion wafers. But you get more than one, which feels naughty.
That same feeling is the only appeal of candy cigarettes. (I may
be ahead of my time, but I bet I could make a lot of money if I came up
with a gum that looks like chewing tobacco.) “HE LIKES IT – HEY MIKEY!”
– These are the candies that one weird kid in the neighborhood likes, so
you can trade them for something good. I used to like Pop Rocks,
but then I heard that Mikey from the Life cereal commercials washed some
of them down with soda, and his head exploded. Carbonation kills.
I don’t enjoy burning pain in my mouth, so I also avoid Red Hots, Atomic
Fireballs, Big Red gum, and those red-and-white Starlight Mints they
hand out in restaurants. Ditto for sour candy like Lemon Heads and
sour gumballs. (There is one notable exception, made possible by
the sweet part of the SweeTART.)
© 2010 Tim Mollen
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