It’s funny the things you remember from growing up. My great grandparents lived outside of Yellowstone in Wyoming. We loved visiting up there. Great Grandpa always had a little glass jar of black jelly beans that sat next to the couch.
My Grandma also really enjoys black licorice. I do believe that there’s a permanent hole in the candy drawer reserved for the little morsels.
My mother, however, strongly disagrees.
We would get in trouble, serious trouble, if we ate a black jelly bean right before we got into the car with Mom. And it was strictly forbidden from the house.
So, for that purpose, I feel I have to admit the following.
Yup. That’s my daughter chowing down on leftover black licorice from the party.
Did she enjoy it?
I’ll let you be the judge.