I do it every year, and every year I swear I won't do it again next year. But they put it at eye level, sly marketing, nefarious like the kid-level candy bars at the checkout stand.

I was at Safeway last night, to pick up yogurt, fruit, and some butter -- and I left with yogurt, fruit, butter, and two massive bags of Halloween sized Coffee Crisps (I had no idea that these chocolate bars are rare to unheard of in the States until I googled them for a link to use here. Woe! They are the best chocolate bars in the Universe.)
I consoled myself with the declaration that I would eat only one or two candy bars and save the rest for all the trick or treaters in my new neighbourhood. It doesn't matter that I live in a neighbourhood filled with senior citizens! They must have great grandchildren, perhaps 250 of them so I can hand out all these chocolate bars.

I wasn't even really kidding myself. Today as I sat working, I thought about the Halloween candy in the cupboard, all creamy and chocolatey and lonely. I ate two, promised myself that was it. Then went and ate two more, two hours later. Heaven. Delish.

I predict that I will have no Halloween candy left by the time the eve rolls around, it happens every single year. And then I will have to make a mad dash out and buy some last minute jellies, and eat those leftovers the next day. Halloween's not just for the kids, after all.