We didn’t get a single trick-or-treater. Granted, we were gone from 6 to 7:45, but we left a bowl out with a “Take one only” sign and it appeared to have gone untouched.
We had a massive bag of Butterfingers, Baby Ruths, Laffy Taffys and Nestle Crunch. I’d been limiting myself to the Crunch bars. Except for the night when I crushed up the Butterfingers and ate them with vanilla ice cream. Rob also picked up some backup Snickers, Hershey’s with Almonds and 100 Grand, which I discovered is soft enough for me when stored at room temperature, versus the garage.
And now Rob’s gone for the weekend (Juneau) and I’ve got all this candy.
To slow the downward spiral into big fat slobbering pigness. I stuck the 100 Grands and Snickers in the freezer and the assorted bowl in the garage, where the candy should get too cold for my likings.
Um, the Hershey’s…well, I’ll let myself have the Hershey’s.
Kari Neumeyer 