Black jellybeans. Never, ever black jellybeans.
Loraine and I took our annual Easter shopping trip out to Harvey this past weekend; Lofaro's for everything I'll need to make Easter dinner, and Snyder Drug just to check out their collection of Easter goodies. While perusing all of the choices from which we could choose, we came across the one Easter candy that's so bad, so horrid, that it threatens to turn a person off of sugar and yummy treats forever. Which Easter goody is so bad, so horrid, that it threatens to do that for me?
Black jellybeans.
Unlike, say, the tale I've mentioned several times about how bananas (literally) make me throw up, I've never ever liked black jellybeans. And I'll be the first to admit it's the taste of them. While I like anise in cookies and LOVE the taste of anise in that weird German Fennel-Anise-Caraway Seed tea I drink, the taste of it in black jellybeans (and its weird cousin, black licorice) just turns my stomach. Unlike bananas, I don't know why it turns my stomach. It just does. And it's not even because I force-fed myself so many black jellybeans that I made myself sick, like I did with bananas when I was two or three. I don't think I could ever eat that many black jellybeans, because I just don't like the taste.
If that makes me a freak, so be it, because I know there are a LOT of people who love black jellybeans. I know of people who'll buy a bag of nothing BUT black jellybeans and eat them one after the other. But not me. Any other color of jellybean is fine; heck, I even like those bubble-gum flavored Jelly Bellys that make some people wretch.
But black jellybeans? Nope. I'll leave those for you.
So if you happen to see me being offered jellybeans sometime in the next few weeks (not that you would, but never say never), you can rest assured that I'll happy munch down on the red ones, the green ones, the yellow ones, the blue ones, and even the bubble gum ones. But the black ones?
I think I'll pass.
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