I have such great memories of Christmas candies at my grandparents’ homes. Brightly colored, never seen in the home of anyone that wasn’t a grandma, and still there at Easter even though hoards of grandchildren and great-grandchildren had paraded past the candy dish for months.
So, when I saw a package while I was in a spendy mood anyway before Christmas, I grabbed them.
Nostalgia. The opportunity to introduce my own children to my own childhood memory.
But y’all, they’re gross.
I was surprised, since I didn’t remember them being gross, I just remembered them sitting in the candy dish.
But since we’re talking about me, they must have always been gross. Because non-gross candy doesn’t last long in a candy dish in my presence.
So I threw them away. Here’s hoping I’ll remember this waste of money next Christmas when I see them again.