Now that we’re living in an apartment complex (which sometimes feels like hotel living), this is actually my first Halloween without trick-or-treaters.
Which means I totally could not buy candy and pass it off as “for the kids,” then down pack after pack of Twizzlers with my feet up watching “Hocus Pocus.”
Not that I’ve done that.
It’s kind of strange, being in a kid-free zone. As I have no children, don’t live in a neighborhood and have no nearby cousins or nephews or nieces to coddle and prod and take pictures of, this year’s celebration feels oddly . . . dull. Plus, you know, it’s a Thursday; not too much good times chaos happening over here.
All the same, it’s a holiday I have so many fond memories of as a kid — especially when I think about all the carefully-crafted costumes my mom made over the years. It’s still a day I look forward to (and we’re having a Halloween party at work!).
But let’s get serious: it’s really all about the candy.
Everyone has their favorites, and I am certainly no exception . . . though my recent weight loss and commitment to healthy eating have meant detouring far, far away from the coveted candy aisles at Target.
But if I could create my perfect Halloween candy basket now, right this minute, I’d have that baby assembled quicker than you could say “sugar rush.”
Come, come . . . gaze into my witch’s cauldron . . .
Meg’s Fantasy Halloween Basket
(Because She’s Too Old and
Also on Weight Watchers)
• Twizzlers. They kind of taste like plastic — if plastic tasted awesome.
• Candy corn. It’s not Halloween without some of that waxy goodness — especially in the form of miniature pumpkins! Would you believe I couldn’t find a pumpkins-only mixture this year? Blasphemy.
• Twix. I had a friend in high school who ate a Twix bar every single day for lunch (oh, teenagers), and I can’t think of that delicious candy without remembering her. (Hi, Mallory! Also, you have fantastic taste in candy.)
• Jolly Ranchers. I used to fight for the apple and cherry varieties, but really any will do.
• Tootsie Pops. You can’t have just one — and don’t bite it.
• Marshmallows. Do people give out marshmallows? I don’t know. But this is my candy fever dream, and we’re going with it.
• Snickers. And really anything with peanuts.
What you won’t find in this magical pot of awesome?
• Good and Plenty. Because really. One of my earliest memories of childhood is of gagging on one and spitting it out a car window (always a lady), and my opinion hasn’t changed much over the years.
• Pretzels. So boring.
• Toothbrushes. Just mean.
And . . . that’s about it. Because I love most candy, and I’m pretty equal-opportunity about sweets.
And now I’m starving.