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Candy Cane Flavored Candy!

The Advent Calendar has been updated for December 9th. (And the 8th, too, if you weren't around last night.) Happy ADST & SNT!

As usual, I've been picking up every "special holiday edition" candy I can find, and I've noticed a severe upswing in the "shit flavored like candy canes" department. With so many of the candy cane varieties out now being patterned after Sprees and Starburst, it's nice to see that some companies remember that the holidays are supposed to taste like peppermint...even if we would prefer that they tasted like blastin' berry cherry.


Hubba Bubba's Bubble Tape redecorates for the season with a new "Holiday Stripe" offshoot. Don't be misled: Even the package says it's candy cane flavored. It's also not very striped - I'd consider this one more of a "Holiday Powdered" affair. Kind of tastes like an unflavored gum base lightly dusted with peppermint powder, and no, that's not the greatest thing in the world, but it's not the worst thing, either. There's no difference in the gum color or flavor between the red and green packages -- they just wanted to give good Christians their choice between Jesus's favorite colors.


Similarly marketed are new Candy Cane Pop Rocks, enabling us to "taste the explosion" and celebrate Christmas simultaneously. I'll say this: They're the most unique Pop Rocks I've ever tasted. The candy consists of red and white bits, crumbled into large enough chunks to make me feel that I'm actually gobbling up a real, smashed up candy cane. They taste like they should taste, so anyone's opinion of the stuff is contingent on how much they like candy canes.

I thought I'd have more to say about candy cane flavored candy, or that I'd at least use the phrase "candy cane flavored candy" enough times to make this blurb seem bigger, but I think it's done. Instead, survey time!

Survey Sez: Let's discuss some of our holiday memories, but since we've done similar/exact surveys before, let's stick to the weirder, more obscure ones that don't immediately spring to mind when the question is posed.

I'll start. Like I've mentioned before, my family really celebrates Christmas on Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day has rarely meant much to me. (Most of the time it's depressing, because the party's more or less over.) As a kid, I took advantage of this fact by spending most Christmas Days at my best friend/closeby neighbor's house. They didn't do jack on the Eve, but the place was hot hot hot on Christmas Day. Our families were good friends but were nonetheless very different from each other, and I loved seeing the completely alien ways in which they'd boogie down. Like, everyone played pinochle, and people actually sung Christmas songs. My family only did stuff like that if it was a comedic setup to make fun of pinochle and caroling.

They were very eclectic. They had really crappy Christmas decorations, but crappy in an awesome way, and they were everywhere. Like, they'd hang a 20' Budwesier Christmas Clydesdales subway poster on their living room wall without a trace of irony or gag. They'd look at old photo albums and watch home movies. There was a wholesomeness to it all that was really attractive; not that my family was lousy at being a family, but we were better at just having fun. My favorite memory of going over their house for Christmases past? The After Eight course.

At 8:01 PM on the nose, my friend's mother would waltz out to the dining room table with this huge plate of After Eight mint candies. Everyone made such a big deal about it. "It's after eight o'clock! It's after eight o'clock! Time for dem mints!" I loved it.

I always made sure to go home early, lest I still be there when any of their family decided to leave, putting me in the awkward position of having to kiss people goodbye when I didn't really know them and when they didn't really know me. I may say hi to strangers more during Christmastime, but fuck that weird old lady if she thinks she's getting her cheek pecked just because we're sharing a party.

Then I'd go home, eat leftovers and assemble all of my gifts on the bed, soaking in their brilliance and making sure their sum mass was more impressive than anything I'd seen on my friend's bed hours earlier. It usually worked out that way, because I was a spoiled brat.

Incidentally, I put up an Amazon Wishlist, because shamelessness is the next big thing for '07.

Posted by Matt on 12/09/2006. E-mail me!



Discussion Thread: 90 comments

I’m Italian and have noticed that alot of us do the big Chirstmas eve thing. Fish is almost always involved. We used to open our presents at midnight.
However being the only child in the family when I was much younger, my grandmother would sneak me like two gifts that would keep me occupied.

Chestnuts roasted by Jerry Horror @ 12/09/2006 6:01 PM


i bought four 4-packs of the candy cane jones soda not only because i thought it’d be an interesting flavor but also because they had lawn flamingos on the labels. so far i’ve only had one bottle. candy cane just isn’t the same in liquid form.

Chestnuts roasted by colls @ 12/09/2006 6:12 PM


We’re doing the Christmas Eve thing this year because dad works on Christmas Day.

Went to Target today and while I still haven’t found the Cranberry Siera Mist, I did pick up the three Holiday Jones Soda flavors (Sugar Plum, Candy Cane, and Egg Nog). Can’t wait to try them. Also picked up some Little Debbie Brownie Christmas Trees, Snickers Holiday mix, and mint Hersey Kisses. They had candy cane ones too, but I was spending too much.

Here’s a link to the Peanuts as Marvel characters. They’re cute.

http://www.statueforum.com/showthread.php?t=10151

Chestnuts roasted by JLAJRC @ 12/09/2006 6:27 PM


In my family, every year (without fail) there is a big debate over what Mass to attend. This is t began wbecause in order to actually have a place to sit for Mass, you literally have to arrive at least an hour early. The only exception to this is if you go to like the 8:00 AM Mass on Christmas day, when it’s too early and most people are sitting around in their PJs going through their stockings. The Mass Fun has included such events as the year my dad was sick and went up to get a drink of water, and someone took his seat, so he stewed angrily in the basement, the year we delayed Mass until Noon on Christmas Day (didn’t eat beforehand) and didn’t get around to opening the gifts until about four o’clock in the afternoon, the year we had to arrive at Mass while the previous service was ending to ensure seats for the family, the year my brother tried to convince my parents we could celebrate Mass at home by reciting the whole thing, and of course, last year, when I took my boyfriend to my home church’s Midnight Mass and iith the extremely holy remark: “Please remove your chewing gum.” You know, not, uh, Merry Christmas or anything. Just don’t chew any gum, ya heathens.

I should end this by saying that we weren’t the sort of family who only went on Christmas and Easter. We were there every week, which would cause my dad to remark that people who went every week should be allowed to get tickets to ensure seating.

Chestnuts roasted by Kate @ 12/09/2006 6:29 PM


I’m going a little off topic for a sec. Today’s advent calendar gift was a dog; will Box ride the quadruped into glorious battle? That would be so boss.

Ok, my weirder Christmas memory would be… hmm. One year I had five or six gifts under the tree. Now for many this is the usual amount but I’m a spoiled bitch and being a spoiled bitch, I was none too pleased to see this. The first gift I opened was a plain white box, inside was twenty or thirty Power of the Force 2 Star Wars action figures. That was a pleasant surprise. That’s it, now I’m gonna go laugh at poor people, chow.

Chestnuts roasted by Darth Poop @ 12/09/2006 6:36 PM


One year for Christmas… I think when I was in 5th or 6th grade… my family went down to Florida for Christmas. We went to Disney World and Universal Studios and all kinds of little places like Seaquarium and Lion Country Safari. And my brother fell in the everglades. Best Christmas ever.

Chestnuts roasted by Mystie @ 12/09/2006 6:45 PM


Tigerboy is right, pie is damn hard.

Weird Christmases? One year my mother decided to to a buffet instead of a traditional meal. And I was sick. So my Christmas dinner? One meatball.

I was sad then, but in hindsight it’s pretty amusing.

Chestnuts roasted by Katherine @ 12/09/2006 6:46 PM


Brazilians also celebrate the Eve more than the Day, and by that I mean presents are opened at midnight. Then on the 25th we play with the loot and eat what’s leftover from the dinner.
As for weird memories… One year, when I still lived at the apartment building, there was this big Christmas party for everyone to join in. THe parents were supposed to bring at least one present so that Santa could deliver it. You probably can imagine how that went down: a third of the parents brought the best one, to impress the rest; the other third brought the crappiest one so as not to spoil their own Christmas thing; and the last third just didn’t bring anything or plain forgot it. Luckily, me and my brother were old enough for our parents to let us know that “the good ones are at home”, but there were some pretty sad kids at that party…

Chestnuts roasted by Roddy @ 12/09/2006 6:57 PM


Matt, you’re a fortunate person. You are loved.

Chestnuts roasted by Gemma @ 12/09/2006 7:01 PM


We have this quilted wall thing called “Beary Merry Christmas” that’s an advent calendar in the sense that every day in December, there are directions where you have to pin the bear in his house.

For example, it’ll say “Bear looked for Christmas on the kitchen table.” Well, every day we crowd around this stupid thing and go…”Is Christmas on the kitchen table???? (someone pins him to the kitchen table) No!? Well, maybe he’ll find it tomorrow…”

Chestnuts roasted by Jeff Mack @ 12/09/2006 7:05 PM


A few years ago I was in the Army and traveled to my parents house on Christmas Eve but my flight was delayed. I didn’t get to the house until 6am Christmas morning and I tried to sneak in and wake them by brewing coffee like that old 80′s Christmas commercial. Everything was working out except for that pesky motion alarm they installed while I was away. So instead of the best part of waking up being Folgers in our cup it was alot of screaming and panic button pushing.

Chestnuts roasted by Bill @ 12/09/2006 7:15 PM


OH MY GOD! IT’S PETEY POOCH! HE HAS RETURNED TO US! WILL BIRD BE NEXT?

The most vivid memory I have of Christmas is when our former cat woke me up with his meowing. The thing is, I sleep three stories up and the cat was all the way on the ground. He was one loud cat.

Chestnuts roasted by Mike P @ 12/09/2006 7:27 PM


Christmas Memory– Going to my uncle’s house (same uncle who had me watch Charlie Brown) when I was very small. Everyone was singing and I recall being confused by the fact that everyone knew these songs except me. It was my first time hearing Christmas carols.

Weird Chanukah tradition– Dancing the Cha-cha on the first night. Only, we don’t really know how and don’t care to learn so it always winds up with us chasing each other and knocking into each other. Come to think of it, I haven’t been “home” for the holidays in ages so I don’t know if the Chanukah cha-cha is still danced.

Chestnuts roasted by Jemmy @ 12/09/2006 7:42 PM


We’ve had ups and downs, somber and goofy, but my oddball super nutty bizzarro #1 Christmas is marked and marred by one hell of a thing to do to a eight-year-old: a pack of toilet paper. Also it’s THE WORST gift as chronicled in a past survey.

Chestnuts roasted by kingklash @ 12/09/2006 7:46 PM


I’m thinking that my weirdest christmas memory would have to stem from my first trip to midnight mass. There’s a backstory to this…my mom was a converted Catholic and tried to raise me Jewish. (we always had xmas- but as a strictly secular holiday, I guess she didn’t want me to feel left out) My dad re-married when I was 5 or so, and my step-mom was something of a zealot in the realm of faith. So my first Christmas with her family, she insisted on me going to midnight mass with them, though she knew I was used to going to temple. So I sat in the pew, completely shocked, due to the rather, um, “vivid” depiction of Christ above the altar. My step-mom, noticing the fact that I was staring, leaned over and said to me “He died for you, you know”. Imagine my confusion. My 5 year-old self thought Christmas was Santa’s holiday.

As I got older, Christmas Eve quickly became my favorite of the two days. Seafood, a usually beautiful mass at my Step-mom’s Mother’s church, and presents from that side of the (much larger) family a day early. At some point, later on in my childhood, my mom had me choose between Hannukah and Chrismas….my presents were getting more expensive as I got older. That’s another weird memory….I picked Christmas, because I got more presents. I think I was like 9. *shakes head*…

Chestnuts roasted by MissJess @ 12/09/2006 8:02 PM


Well, there was the time my mom made a quadruple-batch of waffle mix and put it into the fridge to rise while we were at church Christmas Eve.

We came home and the thing had pratically exploded all over the inside of the fridge and oozed its way everywhere.

But one of my favourite weird Christmas memories is the time we left our dog alone for a few hours and forgot that we had left the wrapping paper in the same room. When we came back, you could see little tufts of paper peeking out from the door. She had made a friggin mess. then she waltzed out of the room with a “Well wtf are YOU looking at” glance that made the whole scene awesome.

Come to think of it, I have a photo:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/cameron_talley/318144005/

Chestnuts roasted by Cameron T. @ 12/09/2006 8:06 PM


Its been a couple of years since I posted anything here. But 2 memories for the winter, not quite xmas alone, are blue sweat pants (don’t know why) and empire strikes back. Seems like every year something Hoth makes its way into my life right around NOW!

Chestnuts roasted by automaton @ 12/09/2006 8:33 PM


Am I alone in wanting Tigerboy to take a heel turn and eat someone?

Chestnuts roasted by Neo Anderson @ 12/09/2006 8:43 PM


My family has a strange tradition where we play bingo on Christmas Eve. We wrap dollar store presents and grab them whenever we get a bingo. Then once all the presents are taken, we unwrap them and play again for about an hour “stealing” the presents from one another.
Often, my aunt will wrap up something incredibly gawdy, like a craft store snowman, and then tuck $5 or lottery tickets under its hat. It’s strange watch my family fight over who gets the ugly snowman. I tend to horde cooler stuff, like Cashews and folding knives.
Since we get these “lesser fare” gifts on Christmas Eve, we generally save the good stuff for the big 2-5. Although when I was a kid, we got to open just one present before we went to bed on Christmas Eve.

Chestnuts roasted by Momanon @ 12/09/2006 8:53 PM


One year, about when my brother was 3 or 4, he got a plastic riding Fonzie cycle. You know how Big Wheels could be pretty darned loud? This thing had a clicker inside that was LOUDER.

How do I know? Guess who woke everyone up that morning before 5 am by riding it up and down the hall!

Chestnuts roasted by Moony @ 12/09/2006 9:08 PM


Aw, man… I checked out your Amazon wishlist, Matt, and was this close to hitting the blog to say “What do you think you’re doing?!?” in regards to the Alf DVDs, but then I read the comments. Hee.

I might be able to think of a better story, I don’t know, and I don’t know if I told this one yet, but the only weird thing I can think of right now is this one. One thing we always do at home is open one gift on Christmas Eve after we get home form my Grandma’s. Usually, I do the choosing for each of us. It was either last year or the before when Dad picked one out that he had wrapped for Mom. “Here, open this one: I know what’s in it,” he says. It was an empty box. He had two of the same boxes and one light item, and wrapped the extraa box, thinking it was filled. It was hilarious at the time.

Chestnuts roasted by Rainbowfeet @ 12/09/2006 9:16 PM


Mike P Holy crap in a hat I didn’t even realize that Pauly Pooch and Bird the Crow had returned! But wait, it can’t be them. They were turned into little boys by Santa! That and this years Crow has his feet facing the correct way. Could there be a never ending line of clone birds and dogs, like Mares? What will become of Mare’s mom? Will I ever find out why there’s blood in my urine? Stay tuned to find out!

Chestnuts roasted by Darth Poop @ 12/09/2006 9:21 PM


Happy SNT, everybody! I’ve been so busy this week, I just caught up on the calendar last night. I love Box’s little gender bias-free outfit!
I was an altar server a few times, including once on Christmas morning. Religious instruction in our family consisted of being dumped at CCD once a week, so I never really knew any of the Mass rituals and always just had to wing it. One time, while the priest was consecrating the wine and hosts, I was fidgeting around because my knees were killing me, and he actually stopped and asked me if I was okay. Horrifying. The Christmas Mass was actually uneventful, though I did get to follow the priest around the church with a bucket full of holy water while he used his little gold sceptre thing to sprinkle the parishioners. The high point of my churchgoing career.
Hahaha I spent a day this week updating all the comments on my Amazon wishlist too! “Deal? Or No Deal?” just cracked my shit up. The Creatures of the Deep book reminds me to ask again, have you been watching Blue Planet? Crazier undersea footage I have never seen.

Chestnuts roasted by squee4242 @ 12/09/2006 9:49 PM


Jeff Mack, we’ve got that same calendar. My kids still fight over who gets to place the bear on Christmas Eve.

Dang, that calendar is about 24 years old by now….sheesh.

Chestnuts roasted by Trish @ 12/09/2006 9:50 PM


Great replies so far. This thread pleases me. :)

Another random one for me: The year I spent Christmas Eve sick. (Actually, I’ve spent 2 or 3 Christmases sick, but this is the one that hurt the most.)

I was in the sixth or seventh grade, still very much “kid enough” to totally discount anything relating to school from November to January, all for the sake of wild and woolly Christmas anticipation. Living for the holiday season is not something I invented for site-related purposes; as was the case for many of you I’m sure, I spent the weeks and months leading up to Christmases doing nothing but Christmas things. Making lists, drawing bells, hanging decorations and making more lists. Point is, to be sick on Christmas Eve? That really, really sucked.

I had to go to the doctor in the morning, and it turned out that I’d caught the flu. I had NO SIGNS of ANY sicknesses even the DAY prior to Christmas Eve, so I was absolutely pissed and totally refusing to admit defeat — but by the time all of my siblings and relatives came over, yeah, I was done. Bedridden. When I wasn’t sleeping, I was laying in a fever fog trying desperately not to hear everyone else having fun. My bedroom was pretty close to the dining and living rooms, so this was impossible. I can’t even say that I was depressed about it, because I was more worried about dying than having my Christmas ruined.

What I remember most are the gifts. My family decided to give me all of mine early when I woke from one of my many naps. My mother delivered them, and everyone kind of poked their heads in to say hello. I got such awesome stuff that year. I’d just learned about the “collectors’ market,” so my sister got me this awesome price guide to Star Wars collectibles. (Back then, this was gold — unusual gold.) I also have a vague recollection of getting a package of astronaut ice cream.

My parents broke tradition by holding off on giving me their presents until Christmas morning proper, not because they were interested in trying something new, but because I passed out two minutes into opening everyone else’s gifts the night before. I was always sneaking around and locating my gifts before Christmas, and spent the season wondering if my mother really believed that one of those black storage chests was something to push as the “big gift.” When it finally came time to receive it, imagine my surprise to find it absolutely stuffed with toys and video games.

I’d say more, but then it wouldn’t make sense not to put ads on this and turn it into an article. It was a sucky Christmas, all told, but there were definitely some memorable highlights. Namely, getting stuff.

Chestnuts roasted by Matt @ 12/09/2006 9:51 PM


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