I have a confession:  I love Hallowe’en chocolate bars.

The tiny little Crispy Crunch’s, the Kit Kats, the Wunderbars.   This is the stuff I don’t see for most of the year, but the senses don’t forget.  A nostalgic smile creeps across my face as I open the box of “fun sized” bars:  cavity inducing, fillings-plugging, packed with sugar, preservatives and cheap chocolate, impossible to stop at one because there is a whole bowl in front of me.  This stuff is made to be pilfered while answering the door to tiny, terribly excited witches and Pooh Bears. [Read more…]