It sounds totally crazy to me that candy stores are reporting sales that are up by as much as 80%. And that candy makers, like Nestle, Cadbury, and Hershey are seeing double-digit increases in sales and production.
People complain about the rising cost of food and paying too much for a dozen cage-free eggs, but they are perfectly willing to walk into NYC’s Dylan’s CandyBar and pay $3.85 for a small bag of gummy worms. I love those things, don’t get me wrong. But that’s $12 for a pound of high fructose corn syrup in it’s chewiest adaptation yet.
They say that the Three Muskateers, Mars Bars, and Wrigley gum kept people smiling throughout the Great Depression. Maybe so. But I want to know, who had a bigger house come 1942? The guy who spent his last few dimes on a Tootsie Pop, hoping the sugar high would melt away his worries? Or the guy who bought his family some bread, hid his extra coins in a piggy bank, and waited for the government to bail out AIG and GM?