People change. They do. Now, normally, I don’t. I’ve been my same sweet sacharine-y self since birth. Filled with piss and vinegar wit, and just enough charm to get me laid. This has been true since eternity, and so shall remain.
Two other things to note about me, although much less vulgar — I thought Brach’s candy is for the grandmas, and that candy corn was for suckers.
And yea, dear friends, readers of this same blog, I submit … that I h a v e c h a n g e d!
And well looky what we have here.
The bag design ain’t so great. But when you open it up, it’s like caramels and apples got all naughty inside, spit all over each other and got down and dirty.
Ok. Wait. It’s not like that. The aroma from the bag is great – like candy apples – but it’s not wet or anything.
Why did I hate Candy Corn so much before? Maybe because they are too sweet and hurt my teeth. Maybe because they taste nothing like actual corn. Maybe it’s because they were always the last of the candy in the Halloween bag, and thus always at the bottom of the trash can.
Whatever the reasons, I take them back. I now like Candy Corn for its texture, the way I can pop a few in at a time and let them melt in my mouth with that dash of salty goodness.
These are the same size as regular candy corn but a different color. They have the same texture, same backend salt to give it a similar profile, but these are distinctly like those caramel apple lollipops that rock so hard – just in small, candy corn like pieces!
They are also a tad chewier than reg candy corn, which makes sense since they are caramel-like. Fiendishly clever, ol’ Brach.
And that’s it. What else do you need to know? That these are good? Well, I ate half the bag, and thought, “should I eat more now or save them for later?” I totally did the English Beat thing and kept a handful for tomorrow night. Love me them Fall flaves.
NIIIIIIIZE. I always love the candy corn – the pumpkins are my faves. Never tried this, like the OG recipe.