“I’ve never had that stuff.” says my Toronto-native friend. “When you bought it, I figured it was some sort of gummy candy.”
I blink, surprised. There are several funny, mostly inconsequential differences between Canadians and Americans that I’ve come across, but surely they have candy corn north of the border? Apparently, it’s not as big deal up there.
“You HAVE to try it.” I say, offering the bowl.
“It’s pretty good.” he says, chewing thoughtfully. “Like a Tootsie Roll…?”
I snatch the bowl back, bristling.
“It’s WAY better than a Tootsie Roll!”
I have strong feelings about my seasonal candy.
Later, I tweet my candy corn ode to William Carlos Willams: “I have eaten the candy corn in the bag, which I was definitely saving for the party. Forgive me, it was delicious. So sweet, and so cold.”
Linda tweets back that she’s never had it, and when I check to see where she lives, she’s a Torontonian, too. I have her address now, and am sending some tomorrow.
God, Canada. Get with it.