Last year around Halloween, I suppose just like any other year, I really wanted some candy corn. There was just one problem: Spain doesn’t have candy corn. I expressed this craving to my roommate. She had no idea what it was. If you’re in the same boat, please read up here. I described it, showed her pictures, but they were no substitutes for the real thing. I went an entire year sans candy corn.
This year I came prepared. One of the benefits of having waited until the end of September to return was that Target’s shelves were stocked with Halloween candy before I left. I flew half way across the world with a 50 pound suitcase (Okay, it was a little heavier than that, but there was a very nice man at the British Airways counter who didn’t mind). One pound of that, 1/50 of all my possessions I decided were necessary to my life in Spain, was candy corn.
When I was unpacking I very excitedly stashed them in the cupboard and told my roommate he would get to try them come Halloween. Well, so much for that plan. I’ve been in Spain for ten days and I already broke in to them.
We’ll see how long the bag lasts. When assembling them for the above picture, any that wouldn’t stand up faced the ultimate sacrifice.