The candy aisles are stocked, but I just don’t get as excited about those fun size treats as I used to. It was more fun when you earned them – the costume and the pillowcase and ringing the doorbell wondering if you were going to get something really tasty like a Baby Ruth or something gross like anything that had coconut. Now I can go buy an entire bag of peanut butter cups, but then I have to eat an entire bag of peanut butter cups.
I still like treats, but my fun size is roughly the shape of a martini glass. So I decided to adult up my Halloween. Not in the sexy nurse way. I mean cocktails. I know I say I don’t like sweet cocktails – just like I say I don’t want to eat a bag of peanut butter cups – but a well made concoction involving cream and liqueur can prove me wrong.