Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Candy Banter

I'm back from Ohio and West Virginia, land of the bad perm, the all-you-can buffet and biscuits and sausage gravy. I indulged in guilt-free gluttony and packed four more pounds on to my skinny bones.

"Yes, I can" was my mantra for the week. When the waitress asked if I wanted more sweet tea or a piece of Coca Cola Chocolate Cake with a side of ice cream. When Daddy offered more home made oatmeal cookies or another helping of chilli and corn bread. (He's become a very good cook.) Yes, I could, and yes, I did.

I didn't consume any candy, but I sure had fun reading about your top three favorite Halloween candy treats. (And I especially loved that some "lurkers" came forward with a comment.) The comments and my recent post about running really got me thinking:
  • Why is it easier to come up with our three favorite candies than three words that identify us?
  • Why is it easier to come up with things that we are not (or don't want to be)than things that we are? (I am NOT that listless woman being pushed around in a wheel chair at City of Hope.)
  • Is there any correlation between the candy we love and our identities or personalities? Are candy corn lovers playful? What does the way we attack a Blow Pop or Tootsie Pop say about our patience levels? (I bite into my Tootsie Pops.) Are chocolate lovers the sweetest?
When we were little trick-or-treaters in Clarksburg, West, Virginia, Robert and I high-tailed it to the "rich" part of town, where the residents treated us with full-size candy bars. Now every year I like to play "big shot" and give out full-size bars or bags of candy. It's my little tradition. This year, the little ghosts and goblins and Sarah Palins will receive a big bag of M&Ms, not one of the mini versions.

Speaking of tradition, I think it's a wonderful way to define ourselves as individuals, as families and as communities. When I was in West Virginia, I got to take part in a day of apple-butter making, a six-generation tradition in the Allen family. The 50-gallon copper cauldron we used is more than 150 years old. Now that's tradition. I'll post photos and the story in the next couple days.

In the meantime, remember those Kit Kats are for the trick-or-treaters.

(It's not too late to share your three favorie Halloween candies or your three-word ID tag.)


Nancy said...

Welcome Back. I want to go trick-or-treating at your house. Full size bags of candy?? Wowie! Glad you had a nice trip. See you tomorrow? I'll give you a call. nancy

Paula L. Johnson said...

So…you're giving out M&M's?

Note to self: Find costume, and quickly.

Trish said...

Ever since 2001, we have given out full sized candy. No matter where we have been, we have had few trick or treaters, so we figured we would just buy the big stuff for the handful of kids that came by. I feel a bit sorry for the teeny ones when I drop a bag of M&M's or Snickers in their pot that they then DRAG down the walk, but everyone walks away happy and so far, no "tricks" on the house, cars or neighborhood, which is how we'd like to keep it!

Glad you're back, had a good time and that you packed on the pounds! I know where SOME of the weight I've dropped recently has gone--glad someone I like got it and can use it!

Russ said...

I am a Whoppers, Milk Duds, Take 5 (have you tried those yet?!) . . . I mean I'm a Daddy (and not dad), fighter, teammate (is that one word?)

I'm a Runner was a great post, Susan.

Ronni Gordon said...

When we trick-or-treated growing up in New York City, we went up and down the back staircase of our apartment building, our parents following us by a landing or two. We were annoyed...not be going in the apartment, because that's all we knew, but rather by the fact that our parents wouldn't let us go alone!

Susan C said...

Russ, thanks for sharing both your candy and your ID.

Ronni, I guess things were different in small town West Virginia than NYC. I can't EVER remember my parents going with us, even when we were very young. They stayed behind and gave out candy.