Chris bought Whoppers to hand out to the local trick-o-treaters.
No offense to those who wake up on Halloween morning, stretch their arms over their head, and yell, "I want the original malted milk balls in my mouth!" but Whoppers are horrible candies. Right up there with Almond Joys and Werther's Originals as things to never, ever give out at Halloween. That's the kind of candy that gets your house egged or your mailbox smashed.
Reese's Peanut Butter cups are where it's at. And candy corn - I know this might not be a popular one for many, but I think candy corn is quality. Three Muskateers. Snickers bars. M&Ms. Starburst candies. (Am I making friends or losing them by posting my favorite candies? What, you guys don't like the creamy center of a Three Muskateers bar?)
But we have a bowl full of Whoppers to hand out, because Chris and I were determined not to eat all the Halloween candy before the Big Day. I acknowledged his clever strategy when I came home and saw the bowl.
"Ah. Whoppers. Hmmm ... those are Whoppers."
He grinned. "Exactly. So we won't eat them."
"Good plan." (I think we high-fived at this point.)
About a week later, I found myself at the store, worrying about the fact that I didn't have a Halloween costume for Birdy yet, or a pumpkin for the pumpkin carving contest that my best friend holds every year. I feel like fall smacked me in the head with its sudden presence, even though I was still cleaning sand out of the beach toys in the back of my car. (Scatterbrained? Me.)
I thought about the Whoppers. And how, growing up on a very quiet street in a very small neighborhood, Halloween wasn't a big event. We never had anyone trick-or-treating at our door (except the one time my friend Krista showed up - Hi, Krista!!), so we rarely had candy to give out.
Which is how I ended up with a bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in my shopping cart. We have a neighborhood! With kids that trick-or-treat! Willpower - argh, willpower! - we were giving out quality candy, for crying out loud!
The Reese's Cups are safely nestled in the candy bowl, amidst the crappy Whoppers. And I have yet to eat any of it. (This is a real triumph for me, because Reese's Cups are to me what hamburgers are to Wimpy. But once I pop, I can't stop. And now I'm mixing up food taglines.) I feel sufficiently Halloweaned from the temptation, and my blood sugars are thanking me for it.
Oh, and we grabbed a pumpkin, too. We're properly prepared for Halloween now.
Happy Halloween, everyone! Stay safe!!