If I Only Had Some Candy
At first, I thought the long plastic tubes filled with teardrop-shaped chocolates and topped with sunflowers were just the latest in a shameless string of M&M brand extensions (see Jim Ridley's Bites post below). But had I known that the rest of the editorial staff had just been gifted with Sunny Seed Drops, a promotional gift from an unnamed marketing team (You can't buy editorial love with candy.), I just might have had my feelings hurt. M&M's are one thing—a dime a dozen, almost literally. Who needs 'em? I got a desk drawer full.
But they weren't M&Ms. They were Sunny Seed Drops. Ooooh...Sunny Seed Drops.
I have never seen a more perfect sweet-and-salty marriage than these chocolate-dipped-and-candy-coated sunflower seeds. The tiny kernels, in an assortment of autumnal colors, look they just might sprout 1970s-era appliances of harvest gold and avocado green if they were sown and watered. Chomp down onto a mouthful of the clicking candies and the smooth skins combine with the oily nuts to create the sensation of a liquid—nay, a caviar—gliding across the tongue.
By my estimation, a 9-oz pack contains about 1,000 tiny seeds. I will try to pace myself.
In the meantime—and this is apropos of nothing—I'll just mention that Cheekwood is kicking off its exhibit of scarecrows Sept. 29 through Nov. 4.
Comments
Leaving aside, for a moment, that the entire editorial staff evidently didn't include me...I must admit these are utterly addictive. Chocolate plus salt is the gateway to heaven.
Posted 09/28/2007 at 03:38:56 PMNor did I receive this gift. Carrington, I'm coming to find you ...
Posted 09/28/2007 at 03:52:56 PMJonathan Silverman also received some, try him, whoever he is.
Posted 09/28/2007 at 03:55:53 PMHe's me! He's me!
Posted 09/28/2007 at 04:46:05 PMWait, wasn't he the guy in Weekend at Bernie's?
Posted 09/28/2007 at 04:46:40 PMWhen Paul said....
Posted 09/29/2007 at 02:25:22 PMIn the sound
of a darkness and while
a delicate wind
again fades away,
a magical voice appears
light as a feather,
and always, when a
weeping willow presents
the song of a blackbird
and a wasted desire,
I try to forget
a luminous vision;
that sun disappears,
the care of a sadness
invents the profile
of a beautiful day
and then, at the same
time, I turn in
a marvel remembering
the words, when
Paul said: "..and anytime
you feel the pain...".
Francesco Sinibaldi
I feel the pain pretty much anytime Sinibaldi posts.
Posted 09/29/2007 at 10:06:31 PMWhen e'er I see
Posted 09/30/2007 at 10:58:36 AMthe vertical formatting
of such free-verse art,
I am reminded instantly
of a 9-oz. tube
of Sunny Seed Drops
Sinibaldi, that blackguard
Posted 10/01/2007 at 02:27:00 PMA broken window
a stack of overdue books
empty pockets
a taxi disappearing into the night
That rapscallion -- I had to pay his fines
And he left his stinking Chuck Taylors
In my closet
Officer!
There was a young man from Nantucket...
Posted 10/02/2007 at 09:44:29 AM