I love Jolly Ranchers. Whenever clubs in high school sold candy for fundraisers, I was like an addict begging for more if they were selling JRs. I got in big trouble when I was selling them for the speech team, because I usually would buy most of the sticks mysself--these weren't the candy drops, these were the sticks you would suck on and have them mold to the roof of your mouth.
Anyway, I had gone a long time without having a Jolly Rancher, until recently when Mrs. Inca bought a bag to use as treats for a class she was teaching at work. I of course had to steal most of the bag, and I was shocked to see a new flavor--blue raspberry. Where was lemon? It was gone!
And there, on the bag, the good Jolly Rancher had the temerity to write "Original Flavors." Blue raspberry was never a flavor. Lemon has been outcast, sent to some isolated part of the farm, and he's trying to pull the wool over all of our eyes.
If they can try to get away with that with lemon, I don't even want to think about what's happened to cinammon fire.
Still, I'm an addict, so I'll keep on eating them.
Anyway, I had gone a long time without having a Jolly Rancher, until recently when Mrs. Inca bought a bag to use as treats for a class she was teaching at work. I of course had to steal most of the bag, and I was shocked to see a new flavor--blue raspberry. Where was lemon? It was gone!
And there, on the bag, the good Jolly Rancher had the temerity to write "Original Flavors." Blue raspberry was never a flavor. Lemon has been outcast, sent to some isolated part of the farm, and he's trying to pull the wool over all of our eyes.
If they can try to get away with that with lemon, I don't even want to think about what's happened to cinammon fire.
Still, I'm an addict, so I'll keep on eating them.
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