Sweets - grace grits and gardening

It starts with Halloween. We buy bags and bags of candy for the busloads and busloads of los niños who descend on our neighborhood. The tower of tempting treats on the dining room table grows taller with each trip to Target. We avoid the dining room during the month of October.

Eventually, during some late night television show, John and/or I will rip open a bag of baby Snickers and thus begins the first season of holiday grazing. From Great Pumpkin to Easter Beagle.

Today I bought my first (and hopefully only) bag of valentine candy. Sweet Tarts. Pure sugar which I eat until my teeth bleed and my tongue swells as though stricken by a severe sweetness allergy.

Squeezed between Valentine’s Day and Easter, we have a new holiday season. Girl Scout Cookie Season. Those 16 boxes I’ve ordered with arrive shortly after Valentine’s Day. How can you not order from cute little girl scouts? (and there are a flock of them in our hood)…

64 sleeps til Easter.

I feel ill.

talya

Sugar, Sugar – The Archies

“All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.”
― Charles M. Schulz

This past weekend, in a weak moment I shall blame on the blazing temperature which is affecting my judgment, I bought a party size bag of peanut M&Ms. ThereWasNoParty. I don’t typically eat that much candy or chocolate. Sometimes a girl just needs a fix.

My craving would have easily been satiated with a regular, one-serving, sane-person-sized bag of M&Ms, but NEVER would I EVER buy a small sized bag. That would be buying junk food obviously meant to be inhaled by yours truly.

Instead I opted for the Route 44 bag large enough to feed a class of 3rd graders after recess. It comes with the possibility of sharing with a crowd, the suggestion of a party. A hint of fun times to come. Yippee.

In a crystal bowl, the M&Ms become art on the piano like a vase of flowers. A pop of color. Visitors can partake as if the M&Ms are fancy hors d’oeuvres, like a bowl of Spanish nuts for impromptu guests who stop by. ThereAreNoGuests.

Jeff, our builder, did stop by the other night to discuss our hail damaged roof. He ate two M&Ms from the bowl. I felt like such the hostess:)) Melissa, our neighbor, stopped by to ask if we wanted to sign a petition. We were so wrapped up in Season Two of Mad Men I totally forgot to offer her any ‘dessert’! Bad hostess:((

Of course, I am the only one eating them. I’m the only one here. John is at work or out of town. The dogs can’t eat chocolate.