I swear this isn't going to be a candy blog. It really isn't. But thinking about naming my blog also got me thinking about the first time I tried the most beautiful candy in the world, allsorts. You know the candy I mean: geometric morsels in eye-catchingly chic colors, almost too perfect to be something actually edible. Well, I saw some in a dish as a child, and without asking what kind of candy it was, or, indeed, for permission, I immediately popped a handful in my mouth.
Did I mention that I despise licorice?
Yeah. You get the idea of what happened next, probably.
That should have put me off blindly trying new things for life. Instead, it just reinforced that already-intense licorice hatred. What betrayal! How could something so incredibly gorgeous on the outside be so disgusting inside? Shouldn't that stuff come with a warning label?
A perennial question. Sometimes beauty really is only skin-deep.
Still trying new things without a single clue, with varying results on the spectrum of great to not-so-great. Fail or succeed, either way, I win, allsorts.
Did I mention that I despise licorice?
Yeah. You get the idea of what happened next, probably.
That should have put me off blindly trying new things for life. Instead, it just reinforced that already-intense licorice hatred. What betrayal! How could something so incredibly gorgeous on the outside be so disgusting inside? Shouldn't that stuff come with a warning label?
A perennial question. Sometimes beauty really is only skin-deep.
Still trying new things without a single clue, with varying results on the spectrum of great to not-so-great. Fail or succeed, either way, I win, allsorts.
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