Licorice

I'm not like, a big eater of licorice or anything. I find it odd that I'm even writing a post with the title "licorice."

It all started last week when I was playing Candyland with my daughter. I landed on a "licorice spot" and lost my turn. It got me thinking about licorice and how I hadn't had any in awhile.

I mentioned this to Judy and the next day, she surprised me with a bag of Kookaburra Licorice.



Licorice. Licorice. Licorice.

It's a weird word, no?

Anyway, the licorice was great and I finished the entire bag in short order.

Okay, so fast forward to yesterday. Yesterday sucked. I didn't get up from my desk all day... I didn't stretch... I overtraded... and, if you recall from my daily post, I had my mother-in-law in my office watching Mary Poppins while my daughter ripped small pieces of paper into smaller pieces of paper while chanting the word "NO."

So after dinner I said to Judy, "You know, I'm in a bad mood. Let's go into town and get some of that licorice, that'll cheer me up." So, we packed our daughter into the car and drove into town. We were too late. The stores had closed. However, undeterred in my quest for licorice, I stopped at a 7-11 and picked up some Twizzlers. "Whatever, licorice is licorice," I thought.

Wrong. WRONG. In short, Twizzlers are shit.

Look, do yourself a favor and try some of this Kookaburra Licorice. I'm not kidding, I just bought 16 pounds of the stuff from their online store. It sounds crazy, I know. And to be honest, I feel a little nervous about it but when it arrives I know I'll be very happy with my purchase.

I told Judy. All she said was, "You know, some things are left better in small quantities. You're going to get sick of it... 16 pounds? No..."

"Sweet," I said. "They sell it in bulk for a reason."