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These were the revealed holy grail of my youth, a mountain of them at the Essex Street Market, where, as Florence got fresh fish or fruit, I stared wishing for the prerequisite penny that might release the treasures within.
Needless to say, that never happened. Candy, a verboten item, rarely crossed our palms except for brief moments during Halloween and perhaps a birthday party or a successful begging from a friend's lode.
Now, it is utterly impossible for me to pass one without putting in the prerequisite quarter.
First post: Candy, Candy, Candy For A Penny - August 10, 2008