There are some things we all agree on this time of year, right? The shorter days suck, turning the furnace on hurts a little (in the wallet), and that winter is coming.
But there are less obvious things that you probably don’t think of very often, like how Bit o Honey and Mary Janes should be outlawed.
But there’s something that seems to be firing people up, and dividing us all –
I love the stuff. I really do. To be honest, I love all those little “handful” candies. I’d much rather grab a handful of jelly beans at Easter than save room for pie. I go gaga for conversation hearts, though deep in my own heart, I think they’re probably mostly chalk. Or repurposed Necco wafers. Which yes, I love. And while we’re on the topic of super candies, can I give a shout out to SPKs? Sour Patch Kids? I will gladly eat myself into mouth sores with those. Yummm.
I suppose candy corn must be nothing more than colored wax, right? I honestly don’t remember ever having eaten a handful of them and feeling good about myself afterwards.
So why am I drawn to them? Who knows? Who cares?
I mean, we can all agree that the colored tootsie rolls are stupid, and people who give out pencils and pennies at Halloween are missing the point. Reese’s peanut butter cups are obviously the holy grail of trick-or-treating, but why does the humble candy corn have everyone so up in arms?
There’s precious little positive media out there for these little beauties.
They were first made by the Wunderlee Candy Co. in the 1880s before Jelly Belly Candy Co took over and has been doing a bang up job since 1898. A Wikipedia search (so it must be true) tells me that they’re originally made of sugar, corn syrup, carnauba wax (told you so), water, fondant and marshmallows.
I’m proudly pro-corn.
Am I in the minority? Who’s with me?