Mary and I never buy Halloween candy, because in the 14 years we've lived in this building we've never had a trick-or-treater. Well, we did once get a Russian girl with smeared make-up pounding on our door late at night, and I got excited thinking her pale, puffy face and runny mascara meant she was going as Pagliaccio, or The Crow, but it turned out she was just confused about which apartment her Craigslist hookup lived in. The point is, I haven't tasted seasonal confections on Samhain since I was young enough to unironically wear a plastic Ben Cooper mask of Superman, or Caspar the Friendly Ghost, so imagine my joy (my Almond joy) when we heard a knock on the door and discovered it was not a slutty Dora the Explorer demanding candy, but a postman delivering it:
This was sent to us by a very kind Crapper who shall remain nameless (unless they don't care about preserving their anonymity, in which case let me know and I'll name names like Elia Kazan at HUAC). In any case, thank you very much. As it happens, chocolate and peanut are my favorite combination, so I plan -- just this once! -- to get into the spirit of the thing and celebrate the holiday season in style, with a diabetic coma.
We now join our First Annual Horrible Halloween Movie Bash already in progress below...
Peanut butter also goes great with apple slices and carrot sticks.
Reese's peanut butter cups were my childhood fave. Glad you mentioned HUAC, which was a truly Halloween nightmare for this country and one whose techniques of smear and innuendo the GOP treasures to this day.
Oooh..my head. Where's my insulin?
I..WAIT..What is that candy cane doing here??!?
That stuff is a gateway drug to pour for breakfast...if you're lucky!
pour???? I meant pie!!
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