Confession: I am addicted to cheap, store-brand jelly beans. No, no - not the fancy "gourmet" jelly beans that are tiny and taste like buttered popcorn (sick nasty). We're talking the big ninety-nine cent bag of beans that are really more colors than flavors. And my favorite? Black. Licorice, if you will (and I will).
I recently had a traumatic experience at CVS where I purchased a bag, really excited about picking out all of the black ones first. But what I thought was black was really a deep, deceptive purple. What tha? I wanted my ninety-nine cents back. To make matters even worse, the rest of the colors weren't even good. Not that you'd know that by the empty bag in my trash can.
This addiction is nowhere near my obsession with mellowcreme pumpkins in the fall. That blessed time is coming soon. I have been known to make myself sick polishing off a bag of pumpkins in three days. It's sick, really. Gobs of sugar. This is NOT on the "Get a Date by the End of '08" campaign. But today was a sad day and called for large quantities of sugar.
My jelly bean preferences, with the first being most preferred: