During the most recent visit to the von Schokolats, we took time out of our busy candy-making, Whoopie Pie-eating schedules to attend the wedding of Uncle John, brother of Big Pop and Great Jeff. There are lots and lots of uncles and aunts in Mr. Goodbar's family, so it's always fun to hear about their childhood adventures growing up in rural (as in: no heat, no electricity, no indoor plumbing) Maine. There were oodles of stories about shoveling snow off the beds, sitting the baby down on the stove, digging a sewage trench to no where, blowing up bottles of gasoline and gun powder-- you get the drift. But I had never heard the following story, which, dear reader, sums up the spirit of Candy Yum Yum. Sit back. Close your eyes. (Well, actually don't do that, because then you won't be able to read this.) Sit back, grab some Tootsie Rolls and Pixy Sticks and just envision how candy makes the world go 'round.
The Story of May Baskets (as told by Aunt Tina)
"We'd get a shoe box and decorate it with crepe paper and put some sort of handle on it, then fill the box with penny candy. We'd take it to the neighbor's house and ring the door bell and shout 'May Basket!' Then everyone would scatter and hide and the neighbors would have to find everyone before we could all eat the candy."
And that, dear readers, is what Candy Yum Yum is all about. I say, why wait for May? "September Basket!" has a nice ring to it.
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