I'm pretty sure that's my cousin Darwin scarfing down some treats while I gaze seriously into the distance. I wonder what thoughts w...

 

A few weeks ago, Sean and I stopped at the Val-Mart in Leduc for some groceries. I noticed the store had Rolo candies, which I haven't h...

Welcome, reader. I see you've found a pair of the special glasses that open your eyes to the truth of the world. We are being programmed...

These sinister candies came in the mail today. Given the wrappers, it seems I must eat them . . . and yet I fear the consequences . . .   

What do you call a footlocker that's been filled with hands? A handlocker? A handy storage solution? The digital error? 

Hard candy was never my favourite treat, but the colours are certainly festive. Hard candy feels like the echo of ancient relatives - gre...

My colleague Diane brought me a present on her return from a vacation to East Asia: this Green Tea Kit Kat bar. I brought it home to s...

The earliest Halloween I remember is one that took place in Leaf Rapids, Manitoba. I was perhaps 5 or 6 years old, and I wore a simple ghos...

It tastes like something straight from Hell And has that awful licorice smell This candy reeks with foul intent It aches to leave your...

Shipwrecked on Candy Isle Gilligan ate everything but Goodies and Big Turk

Here's the next in a series of oddly-posed campground photos. This one's a little more normal than the others, but note the can o...

Today Sylvia and I stopped at the Bulk Barn for provisions. I stopped in my tracks when I spotted ghosts from the past: neon-coloured ca...