I have attachments to certain candies.
Some are formed by taste alone, like the one I have with M&Ms.
Others come from a combination of taste and nostalgia, like the reason I’m attached to Werther’s Originals.
Those hard candies taste good, but they were also one of my Pappaw’s favorites.
I think about him when I eat one.
Some are born from nostalgia alone.
Three Musketeers bars won’t win my taste test, but I remember my Pawpaw when I eat them.
He said he hoped there’d be Three Musketeers in Heaven.
I hope he eats all he wants now.
Early in my weight-loss journey, I’d reward myself with a share bag of plain M&Ms when I met a goal I’d set along the way.
Now I grab a fun-size bag from the office candy jar every so often.
I also eat them on “free days,” after I weigh and feel good enough about the week’s effort to let myself go a little.
Today is a free day. Yesterday was, too.
I finished off a bucket of red-white-and-blue mix, but not without comment from my nieces.
They turned 4 earlier this month, and some nights the M&Ms serve as their “prize” after supper.
If they see me eat an M&M at any time other than when they get their prizes, they either bring their brother and come ask for one or they announce it to the world.
“CASEY’S EATING M&Ms!!!”
All I can do is laugh when I get caught with my hand in the chocolate bucket, because they’re much sweeter than the candy.
This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, which is “candy.”