Dear Candy Corn,
You come around only once a year, and I always forget how oddly magical you are. You are the only candy treat that has a ‘wall’, where you eat some and they are delicious and then the immediate next piece is absolutely disgusting. You magically limit the quantity of saporous sugars that go directly to my thighs and/or my sugar high/crash.
But your magical abilities do not stop there. You provide a wonderfully carby snack. There are 38 grams of carbohydrates in a mere 20 pieces of you, Candy Corn. How spectacular! One big heavenly handful helps me get to my carbohydrate goals before a long run. You make carbo-loading easy!
As an added bonus to your detectable goodness, you even have perfect timing! You and your carbohydrates show up at a perfect time of year – marathon season!
You are an all-around wonderful treat for me, dear Candy Corn.
Now I shall eat you.
Laura and her muscles.