Norma recently posted about those sugar coated jelly candies shaped like orange slices. You know the ones? Must be menopause or recent stress, I don't usually have much of a sweet tooth, but they sure looked tempting.
The candy of my childhood, I've written about it before. I remember my dad taking me to the barber, who would give me whole packages of Chuckles, and back then Chuckles were huge. Or was I just small? He would lay claim on the black one and I the red. Going to the movies, my mother would buy us a bag of spearmint leaves, green candies of the same consistency. I loved how they felt on my tongue. Or at the department store candy counter (remember those, the ones with the nuts kept warm under lights), that's where we would get those candy fruit slices, the ones that looked like watermelon slices. I chose the cherry ones, but it seems today the red ones are raspberry.
Forget the Hershey Bars, give me Mike and Ikes. Or Hot Tamales, the super hot ones. Or Fuzzy Peaches. Red Twizzlers. Better still, although chocolate is not my #1 favourite, red Twizzlers dipped in chocolate; to die for. Enough.
Here's some knitting candy, my Toronto acquisitions:
A skein of Seasilk and seven of Jojoland Melody. One skein into the JJ I decided to send the rest back. It looks and feels tempting, but the actual knitting is scratchy and splitty. It was worth the $9 in postage to maintain my knitting sanity.
Life's a Stitch 
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