When my kids were little, I think the only person who got more excited about Halloween than them, was me. The only issue was that Halloween was supposed to be for kids, not for their candy-lovin’ mamas who supposedly had the maturity of a more sophisticated palate that was better suited to dark chocolate truffles and lemon squares. But the truth of the matter is, my palate never grew up. It was stuck somewhere in the early 70s between Milk Duds and Pop Rocks which I would hide between my pet rock and my Shawn Cassidy record collection. (Don’t judge, I know you had one, too). This was necessary so my brothers wouldn’t find it all and replace them with the dreaded DumDums. I was an equal opportunity candy lover and would turn down nary a pixie stick nor a Watchamacallit. However, I did draw the line at chocolate covered coconut candies and black liquorice. Cherry was fine. Chocolate was fine. But black liquorice was the devil’s spawn and was so nasty I wouldn’t even feed it to a goat, and I suspect, even the goat would spit it out. There, now you know. If ever I am taken prisoner and asked to spill state secrets, feed me black liquorice and I’ll sing like a canary. So now this brings us to today. One of the joys of having children for me, was I no longer had to pretend I was buying candy for other people’s children. And even though we live on a cul de sac and get roughly 10 trick or treaters each year, I make sure to buy a half dozen of fun size bags of candy (and really, what is so fun about a piece of candy that you can swallow whole without chewing it and losing a filling on a piece of caramel?) Naturally, the candy people know it’s really the moms who are their intended audience, which is why they start stocking the store shelves with the stuff right before Labor Day. Now I do have some resolve and I will wait at LEAST until school starts which has the added benefit of delaying my binge one more week and also making sure the kids are out of the house before I start stocking up. The key, of course, is to find a place where they won’t find it, but also someplace where the candy won’t melt since it is still 80 degrees outside. Not that the candy doesn’t still taste perfectly fine when it’s melted, but the bigger issue is locating my hiding location so I will actually be able to find it when I when I’m looking for it later. Anyway, not so coincidentally, this week when I went to the drug store to pick up a prescription, they had blocked all the rows to the back of the store and I was forced to walk down the Halloween aisle to go to the pharmacy counter. Before I could say 100,000 dollar bar, I had loaded up my shopping cart with a fine selection of all the candy I love and sashayed sheepishly to the pharmacy counter. As the sales lady rang me up, she tried to make meaningful conversation. “Getting an early start on Halloween shopping?” she asked. I grunted. “Seems like they’re bringing back some old favorites,” she said, looking at my Baby Ruths. I nodded, looking around hoping no one I knew wouldn’t suddenly appear and do an intervention, sending me to candyholics anonymous forthwith. “Hey, great news!” she exclaimed. “You’ve spent enough that you qualify for a free bag of candy!” “REALLY?” I exclaimed. “What kind. “Well, let’s see. You have a choice of black liquorice or Almond Joy.” — For more Lost in Suburbia, Follow Tracy on Facebook at www.facebook.com/LostinSuburbiaFanPage and Twitter @TracyBeckerman.