So it seems that candy companies are relatively recession-proof. In fact, during the Depression, those who specialized in bonbons were extremely prosperous. The early 1930s saw the birth of some of my childhood favorites: Snickers, Tootsie Pops, Mars bars and Three Musketeers. The term "childhood favorites" implies that as an adult I no longer care for these sweet confections; that would be a lie. At 45, I am still a candy lover, a candy afficionado and a closet candy addict. Ok, maybe not so much a closet candy eater as I devour candy out in the open as well.
I have a designated candy drawer in my kitchen that is usually well stocked. When my daughter (who seems to have inherited my sweet tooth) opens it, I often hear her whine, "Ooooh Mom?! Are you kidding me? What happened to the licorice? There was a FULL bag in here yesterday." Yeah, well, sorry sweetness, that was yesterday. And technically, it's my drawer.
Back when I had a full time job, my British boss introduced me to the Cadbury Crunchie. Holy chocolate bar, Batman. The caliber of the Cadbury milk chocolate is second to none and the golden honeycomb center is simply to die for...but the candy bar is only available in England. (which is probably a good thing). A few weeks ago my husband went to England for a job interview and I told him not to return without the Crunchies. A job offer would be nice, but a Crunchie would be nicer, and a couple of Crunchies would be nicest. (There are three in my candy drawer as I type...but there is no guarantee that they will be there tomorrow.) And while I have grown to appreciate a piece of dark chocolate with a nice glass of red wine, I must confess that I get just as much satisfaction from kid candy: Skittles, Sour Worms, Nerds, Fun Dips, Starbursts...I'm telling you, I've never met a candy that I didn't appreciate.
As a result of my sweet tooth, I am no stranger to the dentist chair. Truth be told, I don't think I have a single tooth that hasn't been drilled, refilled, capped or crowned (but they are relatively white, so that counts for something, right?) I've had several root canals and cracked a few teeth (but never wore braces, so that counts for something, right?). My last visit to the dentist was a result of raiding my son's Halloween candy (that I promised I wouldn't touch). The Tootsie Roll that I clamped down on tasted delicious, but it apparently grabbed hold of one of my caps and ripped the sucker off. Luckily, I didn't swallow the golden tooth and my dentist was able to glue it back in place. But if you think I've sworn off Tootsie Rolls as a result, you would be sadly mistaken.
They say candy is an affordable escape. I don't need the likes of Lindt or Ghirardelli, I'm fine with a pack of Sour Patch Kids. We've cut out a lot of things since my husband was laid off, but I will never give up my candy. And apparently I am not alone....