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Trick or Treat

I love treats but many know I don't eat too many of them. One of the funniest birthday emails I received yesterday came from Cathryn who has been with TNG for a little over a year and stated that she would have made me cupcakes but she knew I wouldn't eat them.

Back in the day, I could compete with anyone. I feasted on Hostess Apple and Cherry pies. The best bite was always the first and last (the corners). I loved Snowballs and Cupcakes especially peeling them apart and eating the cake first and the topping second. Dove ice cream bars with dark chocolate were devoured at least every Friday night after pizza. Sunday was chocolate coffee cake after a full breakfast.

Those were the days. And those were the days before nutrition information was on packaging. If I knew that one Hostess pie had 480 calories, 60% fat grams and nearly a half cup of sugar, I would have never touched a single one. Well, maybe one.

A single row of Oreo's was willpower. A single box of Thin Mint cookies was willpower. Let's not even discuss Pinwheels with pure dark chocolate.

With Halloween tomorrow, I thought today would be the perfect day to talk about our favorite treats since I won't be around tomorrow. Calories, fat grams or sugar content do not count in this exercise. So when your kids come home and dump their candy bag, which candy will you gravitate to first......

Here are my top 10 not in any particular order:

Kit Kat (how can 4 little pieces be so many calories?) One is never enough.

Almond Joy (dark chocolate and the almond)

Milky Way Dark (dark chocolate and caramel)

Dove (coconut oil is devilish)

M&M's (peanut of course)

Nestle Crunch (positively addicting)

Snickers (I like the bite size best)

Milk Duds (chewy and satisfying)

Spree (I used to eat Giant Sweet Tarts daily)

Raisinettes (once in a while, nothing like them. Goobers too. In fact, just bring on the bridge mix and let's play Texas Hold 'em).

With all this talk about Hostess and candy, I'm hungry. Time for a Fiber One bar.

Happy Thursday!


Adam Harris was born in coal country, right in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains. His father, Gregory, worked the mines every day and came home to his best friend, Jim Beam. Gregory had many frie


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