Here is my nasty Halloween candy story.
So this was some time back in the early 80’s. I was pretty young, maybe about 5 or 6 and my brother was a couple of years older. This was in the day when kids that age did the whole Halloween thing without a parent watching them. An innocent time, if you will.
Anyhow, it was a dark and stormy night. We had a pretty good haul going, and were starting to hit the last few houses on the fringe of the neighborhood before packing it in. We knocked on a house that neither of us knew well, not expecting much. Well, lo and behold it was a jackpot. Not only were they giving candy bars, they were giving the “full-size” version. This was the prize of the night, a full-size candy bar! Who the hell gets one of those on Halloween? Never mind that neither of us knew the name of the thing, this was a trophy to wave in front of other kids and brag about.
So a day or two go by and my brother and I work our way down the pile. Soon, all that is left is the crown jewel itself. It had a name like “Big Chief”, and it was indeed a monster. We each unwrapped the bar and dug in…
and almost vomited. Turns out this godawful thing was chocolate covered jelly. And it was nasty jelly. This was not the kind of thing we expected. One bite was all it took , and the rest went in the trash. Needless to say, we learned a big life lesson that day – one that we never forgot. A few years later, when we reached our prime “flaming poop in a bag” and “doorbell ditch” years, these folks paid dearly, but it was never enough payback for the loss of my childhood innocence.