There is no candy or sweet more divisive than candy corn. You either absolutely love it or you absolutely hate it, not much grey area in between. Me? Well, I fall squarely on the love it side and can eat candy corn by the handfulls, literally until my teeth ache, and even then I push through because I just can’t ever get enough. I love it. I’m obsessed. You don’t like it? Good, give me yours. (That was my childhood mentality come trick-or-treating time.)
I was at a drugstore recently, marveling at all of the Halloween candy on sale (candy corn included, obviously), when I saw something that made me actually gasp: white chocolate candy corn M&M’s. Whaaaat?! That’s THREE things I love in ONE candy!
Candy Corn White Chocolate M&Ms
I snatched up a bag and tore it open as I walked down the sidewalk. No more than halfway down the block, the M&M’s were gone. They weren’t so much like candy corn (except for their orange, yellow and white candy coats) but sweet, 25-pound great pumpkin, Charlie Brown they were delicious! Totally addictive! Candy coating on the outside, tooth-achingly sweet white chocolate on the inside, total taste bud party in my mouth.
By the looks of it, and based on the fact that we’re not even halfway through October, my dentist is gonna think she won the lottery when I inevitably have to see her in November. Left to my own devices, I’ll be eating these until my whole skull hurts.
The Major Rager (yes, it really is called that)
Sometimes, I really love this ridiculous city. Where else could you decide, while riding a cab at the end of the night, that the cure to your late night munchies is to order, yes, to actually have delivered to your home, a box of cookies and brownies? Like it was a pizza! Like it was completely normal to have baked goods delivered to your apartment well past 2 in the morning! New York, that’s where!
The first time a friend told me about Insomnia Cookies in Greenwich Village, which delivers assortments of baked sweet treats well into the night, I thought, “Damn those NYU students. They don’t know how good they have it.” Sigh.
Saturday night, with Flaneur and a good friend along for the late night grubbing, we ordered the Major Rager, a cardboard pizza box full of fat chocolate brownies, chocolate chip, M&M and chocolate chunk, white chocolate and macadamia, chocolate with chocolate chunk, cinnamon sugar, and peanut butter cookies. We had milk, but if we hadn’t, we could have ordered some from Insomnia, too.
Does it get better than that? Not late night when you’re hungry in the city that never sleeps.
Dark and white hot chocolate... so tasty, we almost forgot I needed a picture of it before it was gone
Usually I’m all about celebrating the end of the work week and the start of the weekend with a stiff drink, but last Friday, the drink I knew would hit the spot and take edge off was of the non-alcoholic variety.
As soon as I pushed open the door and bounded out on to the sidewalk where Flaneur was waiting for me, his chin burrowed down into his zipped up jacket, I thought: oh… my… expletive, it’s freakin’ cold. This calls for something warm. And chocolatey. Continue reading