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Self-inflicted.

Wednesday, October 6th, 2010

There’s a chill in the air, it’s apple-picking time here in the Northeast, the leaves are just beginning to turn, and this means one thing: teeny tiny candy bars, Kisses, and m&m’s will be invading my pantry. (Who am I kidding. They’re already here.)

(And like how I made it sound like I just opened the pantry door and “Oops! Look at all the teeny tiny candy bars, Kisses and m&m’s I’ve just discovered! How did *they* get here?” {This, my writerly friends, is the power of active verbs versus passive verbs. And this concludes your English lesson for today. You’re welcome.})

I’m not sure why I buy them. I am not even particularly (gasp!) a Chocolate Girl. (More of a Pretzel Girl, truth be told.) So what’s going on? Why, when late September/early October rolls around, am I possessed with the need to stockpile the teeny tiny candy bars, Kisses and m&m’s? A census: at this very moment, I’ve got a full glass canister of Hersey Miniatures (taunting me in their clear glassy-ness), half a bag of autumn-color-wrapped milk chocolate Kisses — opened and residing near the bread basket so I am sure to grab 8 or 100* after my healthy lunch, and a really nice sized bag of the Reese’s PB cups — but the ones that are the size of a bottle cap (perfect for eating in multiples of about 16). Okay, I have them. But also, and more disturbing, they are hidden from my children and husband.

This suggests a problem, no?

The Nobel Prize for Medicine was just awarded to the fellow who pioneered in vitro fertilization, thus bringing infertility to an end for thousands, if not millions, of would-be parents. But how about a little research into the nature vs. nurture question? Yeah, sure, okay, kids and parenting, nature vs. nurture, yadda yadda yadda. It’s been done, I know.

But how about someone explain to me this compulsion for teeny tiny candy bars, kisses, and m&m’s? Someone tell me why I’m drawn to the baby Twix bar so strongly when summer changes to fall? *Then* let’s talk Nobel prize, people.

In the meantime, I’m going to go put a hurting on the already-open Kisses bag. Gotta put the kibosh on the soft siren-calls I’m hearing from across the first floor. Plus, bonus!, they go fabulously well with Pumpkin-Spice coffee.

And, because when I finish the bag, they'll no longer have me to kick around.

(Then I can be justified in opening the baby peanut butter cups. Yum.)

*That “100” number was a typo — it was supposed to be 10 — but upon reflection I believe it is more accurate. I’m all about the truth, people.*

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