Hey! Remember the Haiku contest? Oh, those were the days, we were all so young.
Well, for those that don’t and don’t care enough to look through the archives to find it. We had a contest in which participants submitted their best Van themed Haiku. And after weeks of heated competition and literally ten of entries, on April 11th, we crowned Debapom Saha’s stirring #FriendsForever, the winner of the Van Full of Candy 2011 Van Haiku Contest!
And there was much celebration. Promises were made. We inserted Debapom’s winning Haiku into all of our web presences, our home page, our twitterer our book of faces, et al, etc, chicka boom. Of course we also promised a candy prize to both him and either of the runners ups who felt comfortable giving us their addresses.
Well, finally after months of deliberation and careful, painstaking sifting through the back of our van in search of candies not already open and half eaten we found the least sticky and mysterious of our stock, boxed it up and sent it through the United States Postal Service to Debapom Saha and runner up Scott Petty.
Yesterday, they arrived.
Crammed tightly inside a medium sized Priority Mail flat rate box and addressed to Debapom was THIS diabetes grenade:
So delicious, it pained me to send it all away, but a promise is a promise… And two days later…
Recognising exactly what he had on his hands; a candy van started kit, it seemed Debapom had fully embraced his new life’s path…
A wink is as good as a nod to a blind man Debapom…
Meanwhile, almost simultaneously, runner up Scott Petty received his prize…
… and immediately put one half of the team what rewarded him, in mortal danger of having all of his beautiful lady fans send him sexy packages full of sexyness and yum. Then upon tearing open his consolation prize what to his wondering eyes did appear?
But the God of Thunder with an extendable throat full of Odin’s Treats and a seemingly endless supply of Asgardian Power Rectangle refills!
And our promise was fulfilled. Sure, it took a little while, but we made it happen, because we at Van Full of Candy are as good as our word!
We’re looking forward to putting together another ridiculous contest in the possibly near future. What it’ll be, we have no idea, but we’ll take any excuse to interact with you, our loyal fans. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to drop us a line, either here, or facebook or twitter, where ever you find us.
Anyway, thanks again for your participation and your patience Debapom and Scott and thanks to everybody for reading and watching, we really do appreciate it. Things are just going to continue to get bigger and better, so stick around and tell everyone you meet!
The Van’s a comin’! And we’re bringin’ Candy with us! Ya hear me!? We’re bringin’ Candy with us!
Easter is traditionally celebrated for two things:
a) the brutal shit kicking of Jesus Horatio Christ, culminating in his being affixed to a tree and propped up in Rome’s front yard like a pink flamingo that’s been kicked in the face for an hour. You know, for you and your stupid sins.
2) delicious seasonal candies.
We here at Van Full of Candy, naturally, spend a good portion of our day talking about the former. But we’re not monsters, after all, “Candy” is either 1/3 or 1/4 of our name, depending upon whether or not you personally count the “of”. So it would stand to reason that we at VFoC love candy at least as much as commemorating your personal lord and savior’s unholy beat down.
So with that in mind, Van Full of Candy will be transformed for this weekend into the Van Full of Easter Candy, and present to you a showdown of delicious and not so delicious treats that mangy Spring Rabbit might crap into your pastel hued Jesus basket!
Whitman’s Marshmallow Carrot
Easter just keeps falling deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole. As time continues on and the real reason for Easter keeps getting pushed further and further away, we’ll have more time to ignore the brutal crucifixion of Jesus, and focus on the happy happy fun time Easter bunny and all that comes along with him. Like eggs, and little pink & yellow birdies, and jellybeans, and now … carrots? Are we just completely running out of rabbit associated candied paraphernalia to avert our eyes from the grandeur of Christ’s suffering? Oh wait, they’re made out of marshmallow? Ok then never mind, these are cool.
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Reese’s Pieces Carrot
It’s Reese’s Pieces, already, a win. Only the orange ones of course, because if they had the yellow and brown ones it would look like Maze, and this isn’t Thanksgiving, so get back to being a conveniently forgotten national shame, “Native Americans”. And all of these orange tasties are all wrapped up in a pointy baggy with green edges. It’s a peanut butter carrot. If “real” carrots tasted like this, I would shit rabbits. But they don’t, so I’m legally blind. Fortunately I just have to follow the orange, peanut butter scented blur to my daily allotment of beta caroyum!
Weight Watchers Chocolate Mousse Eggs
Nothing says “sorry kids, we’re horrible parents and fed you to obesity” more than getting one of these super yummy Weight Watchers mousse eggs in your basket, and it’s ONLY 1 POINT per egg!! So eat up kids!! I’m sure it tastes just like real chocolate like all the other kids in the neighborhood got, and I’m sure there won’t be any teasing when everybody is comparing what they got in their baskets. Thanks mom!
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Marshmallow Eggs by the Carton
Okay, I get what you’re doing here. A carton of eggs. Cute. By all rights, this should be a solid treat, the idea of chocolate covered marshmallow is a sound one. It’s chocolate, it’s marshmallow, there’s nothing not delicious there. But somehow they seem to find the worst of both elements, make them unreasonably small and store them in the worst possible way, selling these miniscule chalky marshmallowesque lumps slathered in a dry, crumbly chocolateish shell in a full sized styrofoam egg carton that could easily accommodate three times as much “candy” as it’s asked to foster. And I’ll give you six to one, in a decomposition race the marshmallow egg dances on the styrofoam’s grave.
If you can find an Easter candy that embodies religion, government, chocolate and poor taste as much as this sweet little gem from the horrible people at Whitman’s does, then I’ll actually eat a piece of any Russell Stover “chocolate” of your choosing. My mouth just did that pre-throw up watering thing. “In God We Trust” takes a whole new meaning for the kids when they find this edible currency in their Easter basket. Not only do they get to associate the importance of the almighty dollar with a tummy ache, they also get taught that Jesus’ death symbol (the rabbit) is as important as a US President and tastes like sweet chocolate death.
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Palmer Hear My Prayer Double Crisp
Palmer is science’s answer to candy. While mostly relegated to dollar stores (I can only assume to protect the general populace from excessive delicious), a lot of Palmer candies do still make it out into the “retail” world. Their fudge cups are one of my personal year round favorites, and I love any sort of holiday shaped confections they churn out throughout the year. But you see, the thing I love most about Palmer candies is that they don’t bullshit you. They come right out and tell you that hey, we’re chocolate FLAVORED. They make no claims of being actual chocolate and I respect that. I don’t know what exactly it is that I’m eating, but it tastes like yum to me. And with these sinfully delicious crispy chocolate prayer hands the good people at Palmer sure know how to put the Christ back in Christ-Easter-mas. I’ll tell you what I’m praying for… MORE!
Happy Spring Rabbit Festival everybody, have a big ‘ol tummy ache for us.