It’s nut all it’s cracked up to be (sorry, I had to)
After last year’s Halloween experience, I was pretty sure we’d get trick-or-treaters again this year. For one, it wasn’t raining. That helps.
When we got home from work, I rushed to the kitchen to put candy in a bowl. When I was in the US last week, I had a list of American candy to buy for colleagues so I bought extra for Halloween. That’s forward thinking. (Also, trick-or-treaters don’t know if you’ve already eaten a few fun-size bars from the bag.)
In between the how-was-your-day and the what’s-for-dinner conversations, I realized both types of candy I had purchased had nuts in them.
Nut allergies seem to be more prevalent in the US. So much so that when it ever comes up in conversation over here in England, there is usually at least one person who says something to the effect of, “We’re British. We don’t worry about nut allergies.” In general, it just doesn’t get as much airplay as it does in the US. (I am a bit more sympathetic since I am not a stranger to food allergies. Thankfully I’m allergic to vegetables. Score!)
Still, I asked Scott, “Do you think it’s ok to give out candy with peanut butter in it?”
Being a peanut butter hater, Scott made a face. “Gross!”
“I know you don’t like it, but is it ok? What about nut allergies?”
Scott echoed his fellow Brits by answering, “This isn’t America.”
Before he launched into a diatribe about over-medicated and over-sanitized societies, I said, “Well, I definitely got peanut butter candy when I was trick or treating as a kid so I’m sure it’s fine.”
Scott peered into the bowl of unfamiliar brands and said, “If anything, they’ll just think, what are these weird sweets? And then bin them.”
“The kids who stop by our house tonight won’t know what’s hit them. They’re so lucky!” I said, thrusting the candy in his hands. “I’m going upstairs to get ready. Don’t ignore the doorbell if it rings. Be sure to tell them you like their costumes.”
“And that’s another thing!” Scott said, “In America kids dress up as non-scary things like Mickey Mouse or princesses or some shit. What’s that all about? Halloween costumes should be scary. Otherwise, it’s just fancy dress.”
Refusing to bite, I said, “Let them take as much candy as they want, ok?”
As I ran up the stairs, I heard him say, “What if I answered the door and said, ‘Trick.’ What do you think? Eh? That would be awesome.”
He chuckled to himself.
“Seriously, please answer the door!” I called down to him. “Oh, and maybe mention the nuts!”
But it didn’t matter how much prep I gave him in the end. We didn’t get any trick-or-treaters this year. Or at least that’s what Scott tells me. I can’t be 100% sure since I was in the shower for a good 20 minutes and I also blow dried my hair for about seven minutes. I’m practically off the grid when I’ve got my Parlux 3200 going.
I was so excited to share my stash of American candy. Perhaps I should sell it on eBay to homesick expats. I could probably get £20 for a few packs of each.
(Nahhhh. Scott’s away this weekend. Let the peanut butter eating commence!)