I don't like root beer. And I don't like root beer-flavored items such as Dum-Dums, or those candies that look like tiny barrels.
But I quite enjoy root beer Jelly Belly jelly beans. Why would that be?
On the subject of said jelly beans, the vast majority are a delight to the senses, but some of them taste like death (thanks for my present, Ro!). I've taken to dumping tiny piles of them onto my desk and eating them while I work on the mindless backlog of utterly pointless tasks that have accumulated in my world, each more dull and difficult to knock off than the last. I'll be chewing along, enjoying some watermelon, a little cotton candy, when HOLY GOD WHAT IS IN MY MOUTH. Oh Jesus, it's licorice, argh! Quick, eat something else to kill it! *chewchewchew*... Blech! Peanut butter was not the thing to follow that up with.
Because while the peanut butter jelly bean might be tolerable alone, eating random jelly beans with no forethought leads to these terrible, painful, vomity chains of taste. Plan ahead, is what I'm saying.
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