It is that time of year again.
The candy has hit the aisles of the stores. Fortunately for me, I have been able to avoid some of the candy because of the fact that it simply is not kosher. I have been avoiding most things not kosher and my stomach has been happier because of it. Doing such helps me avoid things that contain pork. It might seem a little over the top, but it just makes my life a little easier and there is a lot less pain involved.
My secret confession today, however, is that I have a candy corn fetish. There, I said it out loud. Okay so I simply typed it, but it is about the same thing, right?
I like candy corn.
I know in my mind that it is not very good. I even know that it is not very good for me. I just cannot help it. There is something about candy corn. It gets me every single time. I am not even sure what it is. I am sure it is something emotional engrained in my brain, to my very core that just tugs at my very center and…
I like candy corn.
It is not just a little thing either. It is not like I can have one or two pieces. If there is a bag of candy corn…open…I will sit and eat until I am sick. I just cannot stop. Like I said, there is just something about it. I cannot stop. I know it is not good for me. I just cannot help myself.
I figured I was safe…I could almost accept that candy corn was not kosher…how could it not be kosher though? It is just sugar, right? Still I could not find anything one way or the other, so I had almost accepted the fact that it was not.
Then I found these…
Starburst Candy Corn?
What is there not to love? Candy Corn in fruit flavors?!. Yes, sign me up. I did not actually find a kosher symbol on the bag and believe me I looked and looked and looked but I had a coupon and they kept calling my name. The bags were mocking me. I am not lying, I went back three times before they finally jumped in my cart and I justified their sugary goodness with “at least the boys will enjoy them if I cannot eat them.”
Upon arriving home, however, I did a quick web search (again) and could not find a definitive answer one way or the other as to their lack of pig. That is the real question. I do not care if it has been blessed by a rabbi somewhere, I just want to know if it contains traces of pig. I want to know if it is going to make me hurt. Alas, I flipped it over and started reading the not-so-English ingredients and to my surprise I did not find anything that appeared to be “dangerous” so instead of erring on the side of caution for once, I took the plunge and just ate one.
I like candy corn.
I like fruit flavored candy corn.
Of course I had someplace to be. I packed myself a little snack sized baggy of these delicious candies and I went out the door to pick up Lance from school.
This is NOT what you should do with a bag of fruit flavored candy corn, or any candy corn for that matter. You should not let the baggy slide off the seat from between your knees when you step on the brakes at the stop sign. Why? Well your candy corns will end up all over the floor board of your car. Inevitably it will be on a day when your car has not been vacuumed out. Those wedge shaped candy corns will just lay there staring at you…mocking you…yelling at you…
Five second rule!!!
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