Take 5, or 6

It's November 1, otherwise known as Grownup Halloween. There's candy everywhere--at home, at work, even at the bank. Here at Forkquarters we had a reasonably quiet October 31. Despite our awesome pumpkins and a 'we'll meet you halfway' driveway candy location, we only had three takers.

It wasn't for a lack of candy. Yesterday I came across this idea that in our current obesity crisis, one could give toys or trinkets instead of candy. That brings to mind an old expression we had for Halloween do-gooders: Think globally, act locally, get yolked. (Note to kids: I would never throw an egg--I would save and hard boil it.) While this strategy makes incredible sense, I still hate it.

Last night, we had a nice selection: classic Tootsie Rolls, the Spoonstress' fave Swedish Fish and mini Take 5, the best candy out there, bar none. And that includes Hershey's defunct Bar None. Hard to believe that once-proud bar lives only in candy freaks' memories. Witness the elegy of this fan, "insearchofbarnone":

Bar None and I became so close we were like two peas in a pod. It was the only candy bar that I would eat...I can remember having this little dance that I would do just at the thought of getting one, it just made me feel so warm and tingly on the inside.

Annnyway...if you can relate to a candy bar dance, you should definitely read Steve Almond's Candyfreak (I steer you to the Amazon link at right). Even if you can't, it's still worth a gander.

Back to the Take 5--Rate It All (.com) lists it as the eighth best bar. With its shrewd union of chocolate-covered pretzels, peanut butter and caramel, there's no way the Take 5 should be outside the top three (I can't really argue with Reese's being number one). But, with candy bars a topic of strong feelings, I'll leave it at that and bid you a 'Happy Grownup Halloween!'