not so sweet

My boss gave me some bags of candy today, types that are special to her, that she remembers from her childhood.

Sweet, but foul.

There is a reason why Yugoslavian sweets of the '50s and '60s are not widely celebrated. The supposedly licorice-flavored hard candy Negro tastes a lot like a menthol cough drop. Ki-ki is a less flavorful version of Starbust. Her final gift was some sort of soft toffee confection. While eating it, I could feel my teeth rotting.

I suppose it is the thought that counts.