That is my hand holding a 3 pound bag of unbelievable kosher candy corn imported from the great township of Teaneck, New Jersey, courtesy of my mother.
In case you are a new reader of my blog, see this post: Candy Corn Secret, so you'll understand what I am so happy.
Nuff said.
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I've heard that stuff lasts forever. All the uneaten candy corn is from 1916, or so they say.
1916 sounds about right. The first bag I bought definitely seemed like it... but since I discovered the microwaving secret, staleness makes no difference to me!
Adam, I like your writing.
Mina