Candy Corn Day

by Anna Sandy  ·  October 31, 2016

candy-cornEach year, when October rolls around, I think of three things: ABCFamily re-runs of Hocus Pocus, pumpkins (and pumpkin-flavored everything), and, last but not least, candy corn. I’m not alone in these thoughts- anyone with cable is aware that Hocus Pocus will be playing at least three times a week, and the pumpkin craze is well-documented each fall. However, when it comes to candy corn, the general population is deeply divided; some find the candy too be disgustingly sweet and wax-like, while others can’t get enough of the tiny, tri-colored candies. I personally fall into the middle. They are sickeningly sugary, and they are oddly waxy- yet, somehow, if I start eating them, I can easily polish off a bagful.

Candy corn is a staple of Halloween, rising to popularity after being created in the 1880s by George Renninger of the Wunderlee Candy Company. Supposedly, Renninger created to candy to celebrate harvest, the corn crops, and the deep fall colors that are seen in the candy. Nearly two decades later, production of the candy was taken over by the Goelitz Candy Company, which later became what we know as the Jelly Belly Candy Company. Its’ success inspired a chain reaction of other fall-inspired candies, such as mellocreme candy pumpkins.

The candy-making process was originally done by hand, cooked into a thick mixture of sugar and corn syrup, then poured into molds. Today, the annual 9 billion pieces of candy corn are made by machines, and shipped out for trick-or-treaters across the world. Whether you love or hate it, the chances are high that a bag of candy corn will end up in your hand sometime this Halloween.

It’s plain to see that candy corn is here to stay- and has a devoted following, who have use it as inspiration for everything from sweets to drinks. If you can’t stomach the real thing, one of the multiple recipes for candy corn cupcakes, candy corn fudge, candy corn bagels, or even candy corn martinis, may be more to your liking.

Have a Happy (Sugary) Halloween!

For this month’s poem, I have chosen Kim Addonizio’s “Scary Movies.” When she mentions candy, for today’s purposes, I like to assume she’s talking about candy corn. The rest is self-explanatory for this time of year.

 

Scary Movies

Today the cloud shapes are terrifying,

and I keep expecting some enormous   

black-and-white B-movie Cyclops   

to appear at the edge of the horizon,

to come striding over the ocean   

and drag me from my kitchen   

to the deep cave that flickered   

into my young brain one Saturday

at the Baronet Theater where I sat helpless   

between my older brothers, pumped up   

on candy and horror—that cave,

the litter of human bones

gnawed on and flung toward the entrance,   

I can smell their stench as clearly

as the bacon fat from breakfast. This   

is how it feels to lose it—

not sanity, I mean, but whatever it is   

that helps you get up in the morning

and actually leave the house

on those days when it seems like death

in his brown uniform

is cruising his panel truck

of packages through your neighborhood.   

I think of a friend’s voice

on her answering machine—

Hi, I’m not here—

the morning of her funeral,   

the calls filling up the tape

and the mail still arriving,

and I feel as afraid as I was

after all those vampire movies   

when I’d come home and lie awake

all night, rigid in my bed,

unable to get up

even to pee because the undead   

were waiting underneath it;

if I so much as stuck a bare

foot out there in the unprotected air   

they’d grab me by the ankle and pull me   

under. And my parents said there was

nothing there, when I was older   

I would know better, and now   

they’re dead, and I’m older,   

and I know better.