For two weeks each year I am addicted to Candy Corn. It's true. I keep a bag of them in my purse - or in this case, a bowl of them on the prep table in the kitchen - to munch on throughout the day. They are always within hand's reach. Of course I can only have so many before my teeth start to hurt from the amount of sugar contained in one tiny kernel, but still I can't stop eating them. This goes on for about two weeks or until the very thought of them makes me slightly nauseous and swear I'll never eat them again. That is, until the next fall and I'm ravenously hunting down a bag from the nearest Walgreen's.
But right now? Today? I love them... and can't stop eating them.