10. Never having to interact with candy corn ever again. I hate myself a little for even mentioning the stuff, because I’m slightly afraid of inspiring enough curiosity in my British friends that they’ll consider importing it. I beg you, please don’t. It may look tempting at first, with its unusual triangular shape and multicoloured stripes. I assure you it is nasty. Those stripes are not indicative of any variation in flavour, which is disgustingly saccharine and plasticky all the way through. It has no business claiming any relationship with actual edible foodstuffs, it really doesn’t. I’m glad that thus far, the creep of Americanised Halloween into Britain has yet to include the introduction of candy corn, as nine years without it has been blissful.
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Candy corn is what happened when someone mixed a batch of plastic with honey by accident and then absently popped it into their mouth to chew on in place of a pen lid, and found that it was sort of digestible.
I think.
My co-workers like it better than I do. Five pieces and I'm done for the year. It's tradition.
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There are times when I quite like Hershey's (Cookies 'n' Creme [sic] has its moments). And Reese's are fantastic but could theoretically be improved.
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I used to love the Reese's adverts around Halloween. They had a fabulous one with a Reese's cup appearing out of a mist with two round holes in the top and a Dracula-esque voice saying, "I like to eat the peanut butter...first."