A Gift for Mom! 🤍

2020 has thrown us all for a loop, but there are a few facts of life that haven’t changed:

The sky is still blue.

Kindness still matters. 

And October 31st is still the day when it’s perfectly acceptable to binge on as much candy as your heart desires.

This year, Zippia.com stepped up with the study we didn’t know we needed in order to answer the age old question: What is the most popular Halloween candy in each state?

Intriguing, right?

Zippia used Google Trends and searched a lineup of 50 well-known candy types to find out which variety is the biggest hit in each place.

This Map Shows The Most Popular Halloween Candy in Each State—We'll Take The Reese's
Zippia.com

The most important findings?

  • Starburst is king, with more states preferring its fruity goodness than any other.
  • There are actually real live humans on this planet who like Runts and Circus Peanuts. Who knew?
  • Chocolate candy and non-chocolate candy (think, fruity!) is split right down the middle, with 25 states preferring each.

As comprehensive as the study was, I gotta say I have some serious questions. Like what about size? I’ll boldly hypothesize that king sizing any variety automatically ups its awesomeness factor tenfold. 

Look, I know this year’s Halloween festivities will look different, and trick-or-treating may be out of the question in your area—but take heart my friends. Do you know what’s never cancelled? CANDY! 

Buy a bag (or three) for your own cabinets, take some to your next boring staff meeting, drop a box on someone’s porch, or include some in a care package for a faraway relative.

No matter the delivery, candy makes people smile—and we could all use more of that right now. Amiright?

So there you have it, folks! If you’re wondering which candies truly impress, look no further than this study.

Or, you could do what I do each year and taste test every single variety bag in the Halloween aisle of your local Target. You know, for the sake of science.

   STATE                      CANDY

Alabama Starburst
Alaska Smarties
Arizona Mr Goodbar
Arkansas Skittles
California Crunch bar
Colorado Airheads
Connecticut Peanut Butter Kisses
Delaware Twizzlers
Florida Airheads
Georgia Starburst
Hawaii Kit Kat
Idaho Milk Duds
Illinois Kit Kat
Indiana Dum Dums
Iowa Starburst
Kansas Whoppers
Kentucky Heath bar
Louisiana Payday
Maine Liquorice
Maryland Blow pops
Massachusetts Junior Mints
Michigan Junior Mints
Minnesota Snickers
Mississippi Payday
Missouri Nerds
Montana Airheads
Nebraska Twizzlers
Nevada Kit Kat
New Hampshire Circus peanuts
New Jersey Crunch bar
New Mexico Hot tamales
New York Crunch bar
North Carolina Crunch bar
North Dakota Starburst
Ohio Blow pops
Oklahoma Runts
Oregon Reeses pieces
Pennsylvania Twizzlers
Rhode Island Baby Ruth
South Carolina Starburst
South Dakota Milky Way
Tennessee Blow pops
Texas Starburst
Utah Three Musketeers
Vermont Tootsie pop
Virginia Sour Patch Kids
Washington Kit Kat
West Virginia Tootsie rolls
Wisconsin Reeses peanut butter cups
Wyoming Hershey kisses

P.S. If you’re looking for something a little more unique, these Amazon’s Choice Halloween lollipops are so fun! 

More on Her View From Home:

Halloween Will Have a Rare Blue Moon This Year, Because 2020

Our Favorite Halloween Costumes For the Entire Family

5 Ways To (Still!) Celebrate Halloween at Home

Target Announces Halloween Costumes For Kids and Adults With Disabilities

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