Fringe Candy
In which I hold forth on weird, lesser-known, and regional candy.
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It’s been a long while since I’ve done a Fringe Candy post. What I can I say? Nothing like a diabetes diagnosis to make me scale back my enjoyment of sugary goodness. While I still enjoy a bit of the sweet shit from time to time, I won’t lie… some of the joy is gone.
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It’s not that I have anything against peanut butter and chocolate. In fact, I remember one night with a friend back when I was sixteen or seventeen when we split a hand-packed quart of Baskin Robins peanut butter chocolate ice cream for DINNER. So I understand the appeal. But in a world of Reese’s everywhere
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I have this friend who makes knives. Hear me out. I’m going somewhere with this. See, he used to work for “The Man” doing complicated computer stuff that I couldn’t even begin to understand. Then he and his wife had a conversation about what he’d really want to be doing with his life, and his
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Have you ever watched the TV show Leverage? If not, you really should because it’s perfection. Basically Oceans 11, the series, but there’s only 5 of them. Or a modern Robin Hood. Or…you know what? I’m getting off track. The leader of the merry band is an alcoholic, and he sets up shop, for most
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I was the weird kid who ate the black, licorice-flavored jelly beans at Easter that most kids set aside. I’m the weird adult, like my friend Rosemary Jones, who enjoys Good ‘n Plenty. Licorice (or Liquorice, for some), is somewhat of an acquired taste. True licorice is derived from the root of a legume and is
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“Blog about candy,” the little voice in the back of my head told me ages ago. “You love weird candy! How could this possibly go wrong?” Last October a good friend presented me with a box of candy she had picked up. Saw it and thought of me. Had to get it for me. Needed
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Another chocolate bar review? What the hell is it with this guy? He rails about how he’s not a fan of chocolate, and how it’s evil… Sit down. I’m getting to that. I know, I owe you all a non-chocolate candy post sometime in the near future, but this is bigger than candy. I’ll give
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I know what you’re thinking. I have maple on the brain right now. Blame Canada. This was another part of my box of Canadian candies, swapped for Seattle chocolate like some kind of confectioner Cold War exchange. For the most part, what was going to be in the box was going to be a mystery.
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Many good things came out of going to Toronto for the World Fantasy Convention last year. I got to network my ass off with a bunch of peers, and meet some of my writing heroes. I got to live on poutine and crullers for a few days (and some amazing Indian food). I also got
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So, I have a problem with chocolate. It’s not that I don’t like the flavor. I mean, it’s candy for fucksake, so of course I like the taste of good chocolate. I’ve even reviewed a few of my favorites here (the Ritter Sport still my favorite despite the ethical dilemma). The problem is that chocolate,
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