2.15.2006

A pretty mean jelly bean

Candy is out of control. Remember back in the day when there was only one type of true bubble gum (the pink cylindrical chunk wrapped in a unsexy, waxy, pink, yellow and blue paper with the word "chew" on it somewhere)? OK, perhaps this predates me, but my grandma was a SUCKER for the stuff, and the Bartl family of South St. Paul dished it out like mad on their kids' kids. Back then, there must also have been a simpler scheme to jelly beans than that of the exponentially annoying Jelly Belly, colorfully manufactured by the company of the same name in Fairland, CA. Not including the perennial "mystery flavor", Jelly Belly (JB) must have at least 100 flavors on the market. My mother, (my "sugar" mama) right up there with Willy WOnka, sent me a 20-flavor bag for V-day...and as much as I want to throw handfuls in my mouth like peanuts, I really only like the watermelon, lemon-lime and Very Cherry flavors. So, I have begun to sort them. Not one by one, but into piles. Thus shall be eaten Nate's JBs from now unto hence forth. Sorted. (sordid?)