Candy

Every year when candy corn first hits the shelves I must buy a bag. And then I post on Facebook about how awesome it is while making myself sick eating handful after handful. And usually so many people want to argue with me about whether or not it's good, I get pissed off and considering unfriending half of the people I know.

So last year I posted that I loved candy corn and haters should move along because their opinions weren't welcome on my post. They still posted. And I got pissed.

So this year I posted:

And the people spoke:

And the haters did hate, but not on my post. NOT. ON. MY. POST.

Until weeks later

A hater emerged:

I won this argument, but I had proclaimed myself a connoisseur of sweets and with that comes much responsibility.

Enter my thoughtful (not)boyfriend who travels regularly to and from Boise and hates potatoes. On his most recent trip he brought me one of these local delicacies.

Image stolen from here: http://www.acandystore.com

No, that is not a turd rolled in crayon shavings. That is candy. I read the label. It is candy. Shaped like a potato.

As it's Halloween today and I left the house only once and didn't even carve the pumpkin I purchased, I figured I should eat some candy to celebrate one of my favorite holidays. And I turned to the Idaho Spud.

I was skeptical when I unwrapped the squishy log, but it's sugar. I will eat sugar so long as it's sugar and it is in my hand.

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Text to WC: That is possibly the grossest thing called "candy" ever. Thank you for giving it to me. 

Him: Trick or treat. Next time go with the trick. I knew you would love it. 

Me: I can't even describe it. 

Him: So good you will never forget it and never eat it again. 

Me: Like what biting into a slug must feel like. 

Me: Ugh. I just made myself gag. 

Him: You gagging and telling me about it?... fav part of the night. 

Sweet, isn't he? Like turd shaped slug candy.