The kind in my Nana’s candy bowl…

Daily writing prompt
What’s your favorite candy?

My nana always had candy, bowls of it, in fact! She always made sure they were freshly filled for our little visiting fingers, whenever we stayed at her home.

They weren’t always the some, though, because she liked variety… and she knew that we would too. Some days she’d have a mix of peppermint, butterscotch, and cinnamon flavored hard candies. My personal favorite were the butterscotch!

On special occasions, there would be bowls all over her home, in sets of three; one bowl with nuts, one with candies, and one with mixed chocolates. I always cleaned out the little candies, specifically the yellow butter mints. You know, for some funny reason, when I ran across them in a store and bought them, the flavor wasn’t the same… how sad, right?!

Honestly, I think it’s the memory of my nana’s house that I fondly recall, more than the candy. Perhaps it’s better to keep the flavor fantasy, just that… a fantasy, a sweet dream of more innocent times.

I still really do love butter mints, and yellow is still my favorite color, and I doubt that will ever change…

Don’t forget to take a cookie…

6 thoughts on “The kind in my Nana’s candy bowl…

  1. The great mystery of life—why does candy from childhood taste like pure magic, but the same candy today feels… meh? Perhaps nostalgia is the secret ingredient, one no factory can recreate.

    Your Nana’s candy bowl wasn’t just candy; it was love in a wrapper, proof that some joys in life come in small, sugary moments. Butterscotch wasn’t just a flavor—it was a feeling, a golden bite of happiness.

    Maybe the lesson here is that memories are sweeter than any candy. But just in case, I’ll keep testing butter mints… for philosophical reasons, of course.

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