Yesterday I was sitting in our break room enjoying my lunch and reading a book when a fellow co-worker and his sister came in to eat. This co-worker is from Mexico and since I lived both there and in Guatemala we’ve had many conversations comparing life in the US vs. there. Before you go thinking these conversations had to do with politics, rights, or other equally important things – they don’t. They’re usually centered around insignificant observations about grocery stores, driving, or food. And not just any type of food but specifically: candy.
I love candy. I eat entirely way too much of it. I didn’t realize how good we had it until I moved to Mexico and tried some of their chocolate and about gagged. Unless I was willing to fork out some good money for basic chocolate, like a Snickers bar, I pretty much stayed away from it all together for the 4 months I lived there. Same thing in Guatemala. I am going to interject here that there were some types of candy that I loved and wish they sold here in the States but as for chocolate it was a no go.
So back to lunch yesterday. His sister offered me a piece of her favorite candy from Mexico that her mother – in- law had brought over while visiting. Since I don’t normally turn candy down, I took it. She told me that it was like a piece of caramel with a few nuts in it. I like caramel. And I like nuts. That was NOT, I repeat, NOT what it tasted like at all!
I took a bite and immediately realized I was in trouble. It had a gritty, you could taste the crunchy sugar grains texture mixed with something that made it soft and a little moist. But not in the soft tafy kind of way but in the I think this piece of candy is old and is beginning to enter the crumble stage but isn’t quite there yet. My tongue’s first reaction was to eject this morsel immediately and go brush my teeth or at the very least rinse out my mouth with water. But I couldn’t do either because both of them were still in the room and I really didn’t want to offend her. So I sat there with this “candy” stuck to the roof of my mouth because I couldn’t bring myself to swallow. And I waited. After a few minutes they finished and left. Meanwhile, my mouth had automatically been salivating (and not in a good way) because the candy was still in it and then some of the saliva managed to trickle down my throat. It was at that point I started to gag. I made a bee line for the napkins and disposed of all evidence. I promptly downed my water bottle and found a piece of chocolate in my bag.
Later in the afternoon, I was talking to this co-worker and he asked me if I had liked the candy his sister had given me. I don’t always think honesty is necessarily the best policy – sometimes it’s kindness. But since he and I are pretty good friends I had tell him that it was awful…and to please not tell his sister that I had spit it out. He just laughed, knowing that I wouldn’t like it….then he offered me another.
*Yes that’s me in the picture up top. I started the candy addiction early and by the looks of it, I’m about to OD at any moment!!