This is the second part of a totally doomed 2-part post. Check out Part 1!

Why you should never write a blog post about making candy corn

I swear, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I thought it just wasn’t a very popular thing to do. After all, only a certain type of person even eat candy corn, much less is inclined to make it. And of that tiny sliver of humanity, I imagined yet fewer consider writing about it.

I had no idea writing part 1 of a 2-part blog post about making your own candy corn could kill your blog for almost a year.

I’m blaming the post itself, and not my pre-existing inconsistent blogging habit, even though that has been well demonstrated here. As I like to say in professional correspondence: LOLOLOL.

 Candy corn is OVER.

I’m not saying I’ll never try to make my own candy corn ever again, but I am saying that I haven’t attempted it since last documenting it. I’m not denying the fun times I had with it; I had plenty. But I’ve spent the past almost-year having other kinds of fun.

Other kinds of fun?

A large grey tabby cat touching noses with a small Siamese cat.
Max and Hershey are friends. Max and Hersey are distracting.

I’m torn between wanting to spend all my free time making candy, the undeniable draw of the outdoors, and how much I love sleeping. In the past year, I’ve nursed my bicycle back to road-readiness and learned to swim, and Scott and I have welcomed both a canoe and a second cat into our lives. For the most part, candy-making has taken a backseat to canoeing adventures in Burrard Inlet, riding my bike to the pool, or just staying in bed all day watching Max and Hersey wrestle.

I think these are all good decisions. I’ll get into more detail about all of these fabulous decisions, but first: closure.

Candy corn can’t hurt me anymore.

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