Halloween candy was like eating raisin bran. I always tried to keep a good ratio of my favorite candies to the boring ones. For every Reece’s Peanut Butter Cup I ate I would have to suffer through some Whoppers and Milk Duds. Eventually though I would get down to having only the third or fourth tier candy left and might make it through a whole day without eating anything. The really sad stuff was the candy that got thrown into the garbage can the next year after surviving a full twelve months in a plastic pumpkin.