When I was a kid in the 60s, there an old lady who handed out giant homemade popcorn balls at Halloween. The next day at school, everyone would be talking about it.

My parents were always twitchy about Halloween anyway, so they wouldn't let my brother and I got to her house because it was homemade, and it might be poisonous. I tried to explain that if that were true, every kid in every class I'd had in elementary school would be dead by now, because they all got popcorn balls every year.

I'll bet they were good. I wouldn't know.

Every neighbourhood that had people with “fuck you” money had the occasional house like that.

In mine, one of the first mansions that had been built when the couple was young was still handing out full-sized 300g Lindt bars when I was young and the husband had already died of old age. The wife is now long dead as well, the kids sold the property to a developer soon after, but even 40 years later the long-term residents still remember.