December 10, 2010
I horribly overestimated how much Halloween candy I'd need for trick-or-treaters. I still have some of it, in fact, though I'm down to the candy corns that none of the neighborhood kids wanted. Fine with me, I like candy corns.
I've been packing them a handful at a time with my lunches in the morning and slowly but surely whittling down the supply. At five lunches a week, times half a dozen or so per lunch, times six weeks since Halloween you can get a guess at how badly I misjudged demand.
As I was rooting around for the last of the not-candy-corn candy I found an M&M that had come out of its wrapper at some point. Figuring, what could possibly go wrong, I ate it.
Six-week-old M&Ms are no different from their freshly-packaged brethren.
After a little more digging around to verify that the last of the little candy bars were now taken, I found a candy corn that had similarly come out of its packaging. With the lesson of the M&M fresh in my memory I popped the candy corn into my mouth.
Six-week-old candy corns shatter when you bite down on them.
So, the lesson here of course is: It's perfectly OK to eat old candy, except for the candy corn. What could possibly go wrong?
