The end of an era
Sunday, November 01, 2015
This is the first year both of our kids are too old for trick-or-treating. We gave away 7 bags of chocolates to neighborhood kids tonight and had to turn off our outdoor light when we ran out of candy, but there was no reciprocating bag(s) of loot to enjoy.
When the kids were little, I had so much fun walking them around for treats. Then they were old enough to go alone with their friends. Either way, they'd come home with their bags of treats. And both they and the hub don't like peanut butter, so I would take all the chocolate-covered peanut butter treats, large and small, for myself.
And I so love chocolate-covered peanut butter. What a brilliant concoction. And since I never buy them for myself, Hallowe'en was my only source of all things Reese's and related. And I would eat them all that one night. Oh, I told myself I'd pace myself. Maybe eat two candies every night. But before I knew it, there would be 16 peanut butter cups in my belly and I'd decide to go ahead and finish the miniatures and pieces and peanut butter snickers and .... Well, it wasn't pretty. It was delicious and decadent and ridiculously indulgent, but it wasn't pretty!
So this is the first time in 17 years that I didn't have any peanut buttery chocolatey treats. I did sneak a snack-sized Snickers so I wouldn't feel left out. It's been a much healthier Hallowe'en than many years past. I guess I should be glad, but I miss dressing up the kids, and even though I know it's wrong, I kind of miss abusing my body with too much peanut butter and chocolate!