When I was little, my parents would give me a dime or nickel and let me walk all by myself over to the General Store and buy candy corn. I think there is some story about my pronunciation causing a problem in the transaction.  I do remember that I never really cared all that much for the orange and yellow and tip of white stuff because it was too sweet. I don’t think I verbalized this at the time because I think I didn’t have enough experience to know that people have different preferences.

Over the years, I would occasionally pass a dish of candy corn and, against my better judgment, pick up a piece with the idea that maybe, just maybe, I might join the majority of people who liked candy corn. It had never worked with watermelon and pumpkin pie, but it was a quick little test. Each time it was too sweet as always.

And then Der Bingle brought home a bag of candy corn flavored Hershey Kisses and I thought, yeah, right, whatever. But, hey, they are good.

I took pictures of a couple in their foil and then naked and when I get around to it I will post them here below.

Candy corn kisses

Nakie corn