We took a little vacation last week to Eureka Springs, Arkansas, which is an awesome little town, small (like 2000 people small) and sometimes a little scary in Twin Peaks sort of way, but the locals we met were friendly and open. Is this because the economy of the town depends on dense city folk like us antiquing and eating lots of food and stumbling over each other in search of quaintness? I suppose that's possible. I'll just pretend I didn't realize that.
In any case, on any road trip Beth and I are in search of candies we can't find in Kansas City. Steve Almond's seminal book on the dying art of independent candy-making, Candyfreak, got my regional candy ball rolling six or seven years ago. I'm always on the lookout for candies I've never seen, or candies I haven't had since I lived in another part of the country.
Sadly, I don't have too much to report from the trip. It really is getting harder and harder to find candy that isn't produced by a huge corporation, but I did find a couple of things that made me happy.
