Did you get your Halloween candy X-rayed?

I trick or treated at a shopping mall one year. We did it because it was raining outside, not because of any fear of needles in the candy. It was unbelievably lame, so we ended up doing the regular trick-or-treating anyway.

Not only did my parents never check our candy for poison or razor blades, she laughed about the stories. Of course, she was the only person in town still giving out home made treats. She tried giving candy to the kids we didn’t know personally, but they got all hurt they weren’t getting doughnuts too.

Nobody threw away one my mom’s doughnuts. Any parent who even thought about it was too late by the time their kid turned away from the door. Doughnuts don’t even go in the bags. They get eaten immediately. Besides, my mom always sent a doughnut out for the parents too. :wink:

Homemade popcorn balls are usually a great deal fresher, for one thing, and don’t have a lot of the additives of commercial popcorn balls.

Homemade popcorn balls would probably be a great Thanksgiving dessert, too.

They would fasten razor blades to the branches of the tree, and the apples would grow around them. It takes a certain amount of planning.

That’s what I was going to say. Halloween changed forever that year.

I’m barely old enough to remember when neighbors baked treats to hand out. Cookies, brownies, and even homemade candy like peanut brittle. By the time I started trick or treating nearly everyone gave out store bought, wrapped candy. But, a few neighbors had a plate of cookies for kids and families they knew personally. The sweet lady down the street that sometimes baby sat me wasn’t a threat. I always looked forward to her cookies.

I was a kid in the 80s and early 90s. Never did we have x-rayed candy. I don’t think my mother even checked my haul. Of course, when I got home I’d immediately dump the whole thing out on the living room floor so I could hog the good stuff, so maybe she was just discreetly supervising that process and would have grabbed anything suspicious.

Like all those chocolate bars I wouldn’t eat.

Now that I think about it, my dislike for chocolate probably made Hallowe’en the best holiday of the year for my mother.