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…]