Eat Candy Win Stuff

must be months or even weeks since I've given away candy. Thanks to Nestlé Crunch, it's time once again to see how far small bars of chocolate travel in warm weather.
Giveaway wise, Nestlé is giving away a residential playground set and play buckets like the one pictured below.
They're trying to redirect all that sugar energy into an effort called Cause for Play which includes a playbook for kids working with limited space. It reminds you how to play Red Rover, use colored chalk, and turn a Rock Garden into a Pet Rock Garden. I like that last one.
Backintheday, it was out the door in all weather, be there for lunch, and back outside until dark. The neighborhood was our playground.

To win big, grab Fun Bags (I know some of you are good at that), enter codes, and try to win a playground set and money. Nestlé dontates .25 to KaBoom! for each code you enter. If you win their contest you get a playground set, $3,500, and help choose who receives a community playground worth 30 grand.
If you win my contest you get a plastic bucket. No, really, look at all the stuff you get in there, those kids from the campground will be all over this.
Runners up get a post card promoting the new blog on which I can't get comments to work oh how I hate computers.



➳ Come up with an original Nestlé Crunch candy bar recipe using food items you'd find around your house

Ex. S'More Leftovers
-Take one Nestlé Crunch candy bar softened in glove compartment

-Scrape from wrapper with leftover fortune cookies from Chiang Jiang
-Place on uneven graham cracker chunks
-Sprinkle with colored mini marshmallows you never used last Christmas
-Melt in microwave or toaster oven, add crumbled fortune cookies

or

➳ Submit your best kid game or playground story
Mine involves peeing on JoAnn Muldowney.

Winners will be announced in the next few weeks. Contest closes as soon as I get some good recipes or stories.

Play bucket photo and Cause for Play logo courtesy of Nestlé. The Nestlé playground contest is limited to U.S. residents.

Hanging Out In New Glarus

I love New Glarus, you can walk around buildings that look like this without fear of mug or thuggery. There are no more mosquitoes in New Glarus than anywhere else in Wisconsin, but they have been on a tear of late and will be devouring me alive within the hour. There's one on the computer right now.

This is one disgruntled bovine standing in front of Roberts, a great little Swiss gift shop. You have to put up with her dirty looks before stepping inside to peruse cow bells and fondue kits.

There's also a comprehensive collection of Swiss army knives and yodeling cds inside, and the owners' daughter speaks three languages (English, Swiss German, and German).
She can't wait to get the hell out of New Glarus and was last seen waiting on customers barefoot. She has a very impressive knowledge of knives for a maybe not even yet twenty something.
Our last guest blogger is mixing up a batch of sugar in the candy kitchen, so unless anyone else would care to contribute to The Dish before it either goes silent or publishes far less often, we'll just hang out here, James, Mr. Maybe I'll Upload A Video This Month If I Feel Like Posting At All who after six days gets on my ash.

I wasn't even supposed to be writing anything here come July; take a look at the month of "May" why don't you?
Besides, my host says the alias domain won't leave pending status and is slaving on my real domain name so I should remember to use the root folder before I upload a theme which won't work for either another hour or 24.
Do you see why I hate computers?

But I love this building and the sky was really that blue that day. The pool and park are across the street and harbor events such as Greater Swiss Mountain Dog cart pulling parades. I will tell you right now, I am in love with the GSMD.
Flying insects are calling for my ash at the pool, so have a Spotted Cow while waiting for our next and possibly last Guest Blogger, Lisa.

Hot Ash

Click here for Hendrix

Or follow this link for the Woodstock video if the clip below doesn't load

Now that's game, Hendrix.

I moved around a lot during the 15,000 shell show. I don't have an exact shell count for this year (I would if I were getting paid), but 15k has got to be in the ballpark

The ballpark is also at Warner

Many of these shots were taken near or leaning over a safety fence

They set the fireworks off on an island across from the park shelter

I'm not happy unless I feel hot ash on my face

That's hot ash, James

Remember, there's no zoom to speak of on my over taxed point and shoot

Just the lens it came with, which was not known for its zoom...let's unplug it from the charger

It says 7.2 - 2.8 mm 1:2.0 - 3.0 (riveting color commentary, isn't it)
I think that means if you want a photo of Jermaine Dye in the visitor's dugout at Miller Park, you're schlepping past crunchy old farts, season ticket holders, and incommodious FIBs to get the shot

And speaking of shot, whether you're a Tricky Goblin

or a Chemical Effect

Native

or Visitor

Happy Independence Day

Wake The Neighbors

One of the neighbors is the Governor of Wisconsin

Here's the direct link if the video doesn't load.

Catching Up

Nanci was at Brat Fest I was in Burlington teenagers were skulking on park benches Guido and Vince were eating chocolate covered bacon and chili suckers.

While Andy tried his chili sucker, Vince's Dulces Karla Jilotes Grande Chile never touched the inside of his mouth, and he claims to like spicy food.
It's just as well according to this article from the wire on lead in Mexican candy. Wish I would have been armed with that little tidbit before I hit The Expo. Take a whirl around the Food and Drug Administration Web site and you may never eat again.

A sucker dipped in sour lemon powder

Oh don't feel sorry for him, if you only knew; not too long ago he was grabbing my purse and dumping its contents on the floor of the Cub Foods check out line.

While I was lost in the month of May, June happened.
Who out there would buy a dairy cow t-shirt that said, "Kiss Me, I'm Lactating?"

One of the most exciting things this June was when the White Sox came to Miller Park and properly spanked the Brewers. Twice.
NOTE to the unattractive man in the second row left of the visitor's dug out: Chill the f*&@ out, I have a point and shoot camera without a telephoto lens and I will obstruct your view of J.D.'s butt for a full 1.3 seconds while I take his picture.

The very end of June means the Largest Firework's Display in the Midwest, Rhythm and Booms.
This is what fireworksguide.com said about it:

Rhythm & Booms is Madison, Wisconsin's premier Independence Day Celebration and fireworks display. As the "largest fireworks display in the Midwest", it easily surpasses other fireworks events in Chicago, Minneapolis and Milwaukee because of the length of the show (approximately 35 minutes), the number of shells fired (15,000) during the show, and the size of its annual budget. It is the largest single-day event in Wisconsin.


Take that Chicago, Minneapolis, and Milwaukee.
The very end of June means not venturing too far from home for fear of running into a buzzing swarm of pyromaniacs and their ghastly hive of traffic.

The crowd seemed a little different this year

Rainy weather caused a cancellation and moved the fireworks from Saturday to Sunday. That allowed me to score a couple Mallards tickets, see the game, and nurse a cooler full of consumables that lasted until the last shell was shot and the last song was sung.

Little Vito and the Torpedoes vs. The Booze Brothers would be a great cage match

Weren't Little Vito and the Torpedoes in their late 20s and 30s when I was sneaking into the Shuffle Inn as a teenager? I say this with love. Hell, all I did was eat, drink, watch baseball, and pet dogs, and I was wiped out. You go, Little Vito and your Torpedoes.

Cable on this ferris wheel snapped while Madison's local news media ate funnel cake and cheese curds.
Everyone was all right, but somehow a policeman got caught up on one of the cars, dangled out of his seat, and dropped down to a freaked out kid a few cars below.
I got there while firemen were rigging cables to pull the cars down one at a time.

I kept seeing crazy ferris wheels and carousels everywhere I looked.

Things I learned at this year's Rhythm & Booms:

Cable access and the Shopper Stopper can scoop the Madison news media

Never ride ferris wheels or carousels

Don't eat anything, ever

Old rockers never die, they keep playing until you can take a left on Sherman Avenue

Guest Blogger Heidi: WTF Candy - A Tour de Force of the Bizarre

Snowflake and Butterfly

want to thank Jeanna for sending an assortment as bizarre as myself.


One of the strangest things sampled was the pink package with pigs and explosives on it from Russia. This package held fruity, milky malted milk ball like candies, packed with a pop-rock like substance on the inside. It was an unusual combination that left the testers as excited as those cute explosive pigs.


e were also sent an assortment of suckers, the tastiest one being a "virus" flavored one. On the inside, was a face shaped sucker that when licked, bled from what appeared to be sores.
It reminded of all the kids in high school who had bad acne for some reason. The thought may be less than appetizing, but it was a funky sweet and sour mix of tongue lashing goodness.

The manita was shaped like a hand and had "fin de tu problemas" (the end of your problems) embossed on it. I saved this one for myself and what do you know, all of my problems, like this candy have disappeared!

DISH NOTE: No pigs were harmed in the posting of this entry.
Follow the poignant adventures of Ms. Mamma on her blog and Web site.

Chocolate Covered Bacon

quickly the days fly by when you're eating pork fat dipped in cocoa butter.
To recap Memorial Day: Nanci was at Bratfest, I was at ChocolateFest, teenagers were skulking on park benches, and Vince and Guido ate chocolate bacon.

Vincenzo is a good sport (except when it comes to Fantasy Football but we won't talk about that), although he drew the line at All Candy Expo Bertie Botts dog food flavored beans.
Roscoe, imprisoned on the inside looking out, seemed up for it—at one point he broke free, ran around in a circle, and sniffed the car for Frisbees and foodstuffs. I'm thinking his cousin, Cujo, may give it a go.
Vince ate the chocolate dipped bacon quickly, without sniffing, but was one and done after that. And there were so many other treats to try. I'm sure Lisa will be more adventurous.

When Andy was a baby Guido he made me eat Jelly Belly "cocktails" served from dirty pockets and sticky kid fingers. Don't feel too sorry for him, he owes me.

If the Photobucket video above doesn't load you can find it here, or here, if you prefer YouTube.
Next Up: Heidi

Guest Blogger Chrissy: Sometimes You Feel Like A Nut...

Little One was excited to see a parcel from Jeanna arrive the other day. Oh, what a tough job it is to have to taste test and review all this candy!

First up: Plantafresh Breath Freshner. For fresh breath. You know, because breath "freshner" is supposed to give you fresh breath. I was wondering if the company really intended to misspell freshener. I guess freshner sounds so much better.

This interesting sugar free chewable tablet is supposed to eliminate bad breath. It is Masala (cardamom and anise seed) flavoured. Apparently it is to be used after consumption of garlic, nicotine, alcohol, onions, and much more. Can one really consume nicotine? That sounds rather hazardous to me.
The Masala tablets remind me of the fennel seeds in the little bowl by the cash register at Indian restaurants. It was only a few years ago that I realized one was supposed to take a pinch of the fennel seeds and chew them after the meal to freshen one's breath. I guess this is similar in concept.
Neat to try, but I don't think I'd make a habit of buying these. If one chews these after smoking, it may very well make them want to quit smoking, or smoke even more.

Mah Mama always said...Never eat anything that's packaging has been previously opened or anything you can't read. This does not only apply to Halloween candy.
Many of the candies that Jeanna sent were written in languages foreign to me. I deduced that some of the Asian candy came from Korea. I've taught enough Korean students to recognize the Korean characters on the packaging.
I took a stab in the dark (kept my eyes closed and fingers crossed) when sampling the Korean nut candies.
The Hatai Crunch Candy tasted a combination of sweet and nutty. It reminded me of eating crunchy peanut butter. The nut candies had to be consumed ASAP since our nieces are allergic to nuts. I also did a clean sweep of the area to get rid of contaminants. Seriously.

GLEE GUM: Oh joy! Oh rapture! One has to scratch one's head when the packaging for bubble gum reads "bubblegum flavor." As opposed to...?
As the makers of Glee Gum say, "Chew with Glee, naturally." I have to admit that I like the idea of a gum with no artificial flavours, sweeteners, colours, or preservatives. What I find even cooler is that the company has Make Your Own Candy Kits. How cool is that? I'm going to have to order some kits for when I go back to teaching when Little One is a year old. Yeeeeahhhh. Any teacher who teaches kids about The Sticky History of Chewing Gum, The Gooey Tale of Gummies, and The Sweet Saga of Chocolate is by far the coolest teacher ever.

The gum was actually better than I thought it would be. Not as soft as Bubalicious, but not as jaw breaking as Bazooka Joe.

I must confess that I didn't actually try the Plum Candy or the other unnamed mystery candies with Korean (?) writing on the wrappers. Why? I'm chicken. I just was so unsure, uncertain, and hesitant. I'm going to get Hubby to taste test them and review them. He'll do it. He's crazy like that.

I do have a reason for not trying the Plum Candy. I like to think that since I've traveled to eleven countries, thirteen American states, and four Canadian provinces, that when it comes to sampling international cuisine, I am pretty open minded. Well, I already know I don't like Plum Candy. I don't like plums. Period.

In Japan, they've got plum beverages and garnishes. They are just so sour. My Japanese friends and students looooooooove plum things. Me, not so much. This is the same in China. My Chinese relatives enjoy dried plum candy. Ever since I was a kid, I can remember always pretending to like it just to appease people. That stuff is nassssstay. I mean, huge pucker power!

I did really enjoy the White Heim (in the purple wrapper). It's a Korean treat and it translates into the Engrish "White Angel." It's a wafer-type treat that is light, airy, and delicately sweet. LOVE IT.
There were also a bunch of random candies thrown in there with Spanish and German writing.
The Miel Eucalipto was a pleasant surprise. The honey caramel and eucalyptus candy came in handy with my throat being rather croaky this week.

"Did you say CANDY?"

This is Little One hours after I sampled all these candies for Jeanna.
Can anyone say sugar rush.

DISH NOTE: This is more candy from the evilbottomlessbagofsugar and the All Candy Expo. You can find Chrissy and Little One up yonder at Random Thoughts and Musings from the Island.

ChocolateFest

he first time I drove through Burlington, Wisc. I wanted to see the town that hosted ChocolateFest. I thought I'd pocket some brochures, look around, get a cup of tea.

I'd meant to go to the fitness center that morning, but got distracted. Then I got lost looking for a piny hiking trail with eagles flying o'er head while specifics such as name, location, and distance escaped me.

I ended up on the very top of an oberservation tower, not a good place for an acrophobe, but a great place to look inward rather than downward, although looking outward might have helped me find out where I was.
After several more wrong turns (which by now should be assumed), I managed to drive through Burlington before ending up seated next to a glowering old Asian man on the bow of The Lady of the Lake.

I was still in Wisconsin, so hoorah. But it struck me that I'd rather do this, roll with getting lost inside the Cheddar Curtain while munching travel candy, than find new adjectives for the words "sweet," "creamy," and "nougat."
Note: I'd like to thank Jim of Jim's Chocolate Mission for introducing me to the word "splodge" in his review of Reber Mozartkugeln truffles.
It might be worth mentioning (I'm going to at any rate) that I got turned around on the well groomed trails of Lapham Peak until I found a path of teaching tools left by a group of elementary school teachers preparing for a field trip.

I later got caught peeing behind foliage—GCPBF—by some guy who may or may have not been a teacher. I didn't ask to see his teaching tools.

he second time I drove to Burlington was for ChocolateFest, Friday, May 22 - Monday, May 25, with carnival hours starting May 20.

There were a preponderance of bare feet on the midway and rides

According to official brochure copywriter Dana Roberts, the festival started with help from the local Nestle USA in 1987.
Another chocolate company took the low road on the Hershey highway a year later, suing the city of Burlington over their new nickname, "Chocolate City." It took years for Hershey's to settle, according to Roberts.

If this post had actually been written (rather than gathered) in May, I couldn't mention the E. Coli Warning by the FDA About Nestle Tollhouse Cookies. Take them out of the fridge and throw them away unopened. Don't risk contaminating surfaces, don't bake them, throw them away now.

They began to call the celebration by its current name, ChocolateFest, in 1998, and started to have it at the end of the month in 2004, taking advantage of Memorial Day weekend.

There's been some interesting chocolate art over the years, including a Harley, and a bed—there's something kinky, erotic, and deliciously messy about a bed of chocolate. I don't have those photos so please enjoy this sweet hat instead.

Notice the Bubbagum tattoo

I went to ChocolateFest on Memorial Day, while Nanci ate brats and teenagers skulked on park benches. I guess that would make it (counting on fingers) six days ago. Play along with me here.

This year's theme was Alice In Chocolateland, which I would have realized right off had my head not been in a rabbit hole of its own.

It took a few more rabbit ears,

a candy bar named after one of the most brutal drug lords of the last century,

evidence of psychotropic drug withdrawal,

and a Deadhead hippie kid shining, gleaming, streamingflaxenwaxen—I didn't know if he was going to pull out a pack of Naked Papers or call me mommy—to catch a theme; and I think I caught the wrong one.

But the youth of south eastern Wisconsin were clothed in candy wrappers in a pageant called Project Yum-Way,

Monster Energy drinkers were grinding out sweet dreams on miniramps,

there was a creepy horse's head named Henry,

and Cocoa beans and Escobars.

But these, two luscious pieces of bacon splodged with chocolate, were the Holy Grail of ChocolateFest. I'm thinking the many candy vendors would dispute this. Do you understand why having a candy blog may not be the thing for me?

More from sulky teenagers forced to eat chocolate covered bacon—what, you thought I was going to eat it—and other disgusting treats from the bottomless bag of Expo candy after a lovely post from my favorite Kanook, Chrissy.

Guest Blogger YoJimbo: Twang Beer Salt

Lick The Twang. Drink The Beer.
Honestly, I had never experienced beer salt until my Twangy little package arrived in the mail via my favorite Cheese Head Hottie at the Dish, Jeanna.
I cannot for the life of me think of a reason any sane person would put salt in their beer or ask a redneck bigot (Archie Bunker wanna be) to do a review on it.

The best thing Twang Beer Salt has goin' for it is the pick up line, Lick The Twang, and it doesn't make me think about lickin' salt. For Christ's sake I'm the fella who experimented with Alka Seltzer and Booty Twang back in the 80's.

You know where I would be takin' this Twang Thang, but I couldn't find a willing victim at my age of the game. As for Twang and beer, this beer salt just ain't my bag.

The only use I could see for it would be for margaritas and tequila shots. Just didn't have the kahunas to experiment in that arena. I tried it with a few beers at the local bars and was not impressed. And I learned not to pour it directly into a beer. That was just nasty! I did want to try it with some Dos Equis, but just never got around to it.

The Twang Bangers play Craponne (yes, really) France July 2007

Twang Bangers, somebody beat me to that one. (Follow the link if the video doesn't load.)

Not a whole lot I can say about the product other than the name and where it takes my perverted, vulgar little mind. Let's face it, Lick The Twang would be a great porno movie.
I can come up with all kinds of Twang related comments with a name like that:
It takes Two to Twango.
My Twang or yours?
Q. What does an astronaut call recycled Tang?
A. Twang of course.
What if we got Beer Nuts involved, Lickin' Twang and Saltin' Nutz. Me thinks this is supposed to be a "G" rated blog. Yep, this will get edited for sure.
TTYL (Twang To Ya Later),
Your favorite southern redneck boy, Booty Twang.



Editor's Note: I got the Twang Beer Salt from the All Candy Expo.
Follow Jimmy's Uncivil adventures here.

Let Your Fur Flag Fly

Here you go girls. Are you as cold as ice or
hot blooded, check it and see.

Vamp or Scamp

Do You Want a Vamp or a Scamp? Your Result: You Are A Wolf Girl You love a warm, strong body and a full head of hair. You don't care if your best clothes and comforter are covered in fur as long as you are too. You long for a hot-blooded wolf with tan skin and a tight bod. And although you may not be a cat lover, you don't mind a scratch or two.
You Are A Vamp Girl
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Guest Blogger Andi: Gummi Shocked

Jeanna sent me a package of kooky candy goodies (along with a Wisconsin Badgers toothbrush so I could scrub my teeth afterward). The idea was that I would do a guest post at her blog. I'm not a candy critic, I told her, and I can't write about it as intelligently as she or some of her guest bloggers already have. She told me that was okay, to just write it up unhinged-style. Muahaha.

As soon as I saw the booty, though, I knew I had to share with my co-workers, shake 'em up a little bit, because that's just how I roll.
Game on.

The Candy Critics:
Andi (aka Unhinged)
Will try any kind of candy that doesn’t turn her stomach looking at it (which means no eyeballs, gummi bugs, or chocolate covered crickets)
Annabelle
Has a 5-year-old, routinely eats gummi worms, fish, and Lord knows what else
Audrea
Not into candy much, but loves cake at night, even though that's the worst time to eat it
Gloria
She’s the Mikey, Mikey, She’ll Eat Anything of the group
Jane
Has a sweet tooth to rival Willy Wonka and loves Coke
Ray
He's from the Philippines and likes a totally different style of sweets
Teresa
Gets all the sugar she needs from wine, which means she had to be coaxed into eating this stuff

So we had some bushy-tailed participants, some um, okay-ers, and a few only because you’re making me-ers. Life is a grand melting pot, huh?

Sour Gummi French Fries
The big hit for everyone. The general consensus was that the candy fries were all lemony, tangy goodness. They were soft and chewy, but didn’t stick to your teeth like some kinds of gummi candy. (Plus, the crazy-funny thing about the fries is that we had McDonald’s French fries for lunch on the day we tried the candy, so it was like we were fated to love the fries.)

Trolli Brain Surge
The runner up for the great candy experience, Gummi-shaped brains, what more could we want? The brains were supposed to be a two-part candy—you have the right side of the brain and the left side of the brain, and each side was a different flavor. I have to admit that as soon as I saw that, my stomach shrank. However, most of the brain halves fell out of the bag unattached, which is much like me some of the time—only operating with half a brain.


Audrea loved the brains and went back for seconds. "Is it gooey in the middle?" she asked.
"Oh, no. Oy," I replied. But yes, there is liquid inside of them. I tried not to think about it.
Annabelle ate half a brain, loved it and went for another half, then found out it was brain candy. She made a face, cupped her hand over her mouth and made like she was going to vomit. A minute later, she grabbed another handful of brains, so it's probably safe to say these babies are good if the girl had the willies at first, but couldn’t stop eating them.
Jane liked the brains, too, but preferred to take them apart and eat them separately. They last longer that way.
I finally caved and ate half a brain, then ended up taking a handful back to my desk. They were good. Maybe eating brains will help boost my intelligence.


e.frutti Gummi Pizza
Look at the cute widdle pizza! I giggled like the girl I am and debated whether or not to eat it because it was just so awful goldurn cute. But then I decided I had to break into it in the spirit of Jeanna’s candy science project. When I opened the package, the pizza was already sliced. (Ohmigaw! How friggen cute!)
Gloria had the first piece. She chewed and chewed it (which resulted in me looking at the package again to see if it was gum), finally swallowed it in a gulp and said it was good, but rubbery.
Annabelle said it tasted gummi, Teresa tried to bite one of the little slices in half, but that gummi is some strong stuff, baby, and it wouldn’t give. She said it had a weird aftertaste like plastic. She then changed her mind about five minutes later and said it tasted like (and I quote): “Petroleum.”
I thought it was chewy and fruity-weird, but it did take forever to swallow. I also thought it came with an oily aftertaste. Jane was the only one who really liked the pizza. Audrea and Ray wouldn’t touch the last slice, so Jane got the last piece.

e.frutti Gummi Cola Bottle
This, of course, went to Jane, who was bug-eyed AMAZED that it tasted JUST LIKE COKE. Teresa said those things had been around forever and that yeah, of course it tastes like Coke because they put Coke in it. Apparently they have Dr. Pepper and Root Beer, too.
e.frutti Gummi hamburger
Sadly, the hamburger sprouted legs and escaped. To this day, I have no idea who made off with it, but would guess it falls into the same rubbery category as the pizza.
Note: the e.frutti pizza, hamburger and fries come in what's called the Lunch Bag. Swanky.

Twilight Conversation Hearts
Jeanna, bless her werewolf-preferring heart, sent me a box of the Twilight conversation hearts to try. I was SO EXCITED to see them, too. It was like I was 12-years-old all over again. The thing about the Twilight hearts, though? They don’t live up to the hype. I think someone concocted a pastel colored witch’s brew of sugar, chalk, and different Chapstick flavors, and decided to call them conversation hearts. The text on the hearts was almost impossible to see (and I combed through the hearts looking specifically for the one that said BITE ME).

The kicker that is supposed to distinguish the Twilight conversation hearts from your regular Valentine hearts is that they are supposed to sparkle like Edward Cullen does. And, um, they didn't. Woe. And oh, Great Googly-Moogly, did they taste AWFUL. The orange color was tolerable, but left a bad taste in my mouth and I was still burping orange a half hour later.
Still . . . I pressed Ray into trying one because his wife is a fan of Twilight and he said (and I quote): “These are horrible.” Jane quickly chased a heart down with her Coke, Teresa said, "Ew," and Gloria wrinkled her nose.

The Verdict:
We’re all about French fries and brains at the office. Which, when I think of it, is spot-on if you add a couple pots of coffee.


Check out Andi's most excellent blogs, Unhinged and Moonburn

Child's Play

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the woods or well appointed campground, it's time to

No bottle and no nap make Justin something something.

He loved his Ghost sucker from the Expo. At this point I have no idea who makes it, so enjoy this photo of Halloween Dots instead. I think the Bats and Candy Corn are new. Anyone?

I may have seen the Ghost Dots around, they're clear and assorted fruit flavors. It's a fun idea and if they really glowed in the dark I'd place them around the house all year round. The black Bat Dots are Blood Orange—cool, no?

If you think you missed the summer, you just may live in Wisconsin. But has it really started until you've had a Bee International's Strawberry Chocolate Ice Cream Candy in Real Wafer Cone?
Melissa was quite pleased with the tiny strawberry rice cake-tasting balls covered in chocolate. Blech. She unwrapped and ate the thing so quickly I barely snapped this shot.

Give me a pack of Now and Laters any day.

Mark is showing you a Peach Smash Now and later. He seemed to enjoy them while we enjoyed his t-shirt.

Yes, I too thought Persona. Brooke (eating a Now and Later) and Briana are twins. Of all the candy in the evil bag of Expo sugar, Now and Laters were the most popular.

The befuddled young man at this Farley's & Sathers Expo booth was coming unglued when I stopped by. A few adults and teenagers were playing with a display toy and had that maybe I'll take one of everything attitude. It was a great distraction while I did just that.

I'd kept most of these "samples" for myself, but brought them along in case the campers demanded more sugar (they did).

Is it candy or is it Art? Why, it's candy art. (I so wish his name was Art, but it's Collin.)

Collin was the lucky recipient of a tube of Pucker Powder and he loved it. Why not, it's colorful, sweet and sour, and now comes with an easier to lock and load cap. (I found the new tube more difficult to fill and close.)

I had my first taste of Pucker Powder at the Candy Corner in, where else, the Wisconsin Dells before I started this blog which feels like so very long ago will the month of May never end.

He also enjoyed this Mexican sucker—where does one get the idea that chilis, tamarind, and insects make for good lollipops. Neither of us could read the label which was probably for the best, but doesn't say much for the state of primary education.

Here's another colorful candy powder which appeals to bracelet wearing, magic loving kids who like to eat their jewelry. The Jarm Real Magic Potion display was at the beginning of the All Candy maze and featured a smoking caldron.

Try to read the label on this Brain Power Lucky Candy Potion before it gets shredded. It talks about giving kids bursts of energy before a test or game, and suggests you wear it for several days to let the magic soak in. You disconnect one end when you need that special boost.

Does any of that seem a little Transpotting, Witchboard, Requiem For A Dream to you? Is it me?

Diamond, who was initially all "I don't want any candy" (she cracks me up), had better things to do than read labels or wear Red 40 around her arm. She's a firm believer in creating her own magic.

That about wraps it up, puts it in a plastic bag, and stores it in a cool dry place until next time.

From the Dish and the gang at Duck Creek:

Go outside and play!

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