Neon sugar golden supper snack

When I was a kid part of the fun of getting let loose at the mall was making the obligatory stop at Buy the Weigh, a store that operated sort of like the candy shop Charlie frequented before winning his Golden Ticket. There were aisles and aisles of random treats. You'd stuff your bag full, weigh it, and pay based on how much you took. This was a once a month, at most, sort of thing for us. Most commonly it was a Snickers or something of the sort as these candy stores were rare and seemed ancient and outdated somehow even back in the '80s and '90s.

Fast forward to my life here, today, now. Walk into any gas station, convenience store, tobacco shop or grocery store and you'll come face to face with...


candy, lots of it. Pick up an empty bag and a scooper and walk down candy row. You've got a selection of everything from namebrand individually-wrapped pieces to various sizes of brown "cola-tasting" bottle-shaped pieces. . I'm guessing my tongue is blue right now from that handful of neon sour things I consumed before typing this. Yes, earlier I made a candy run and that sparked this blog. Where's my toothbrush.

Based on a little research that m'sweet just did, Swedes buy the most candy out of any country in the European Union. I wasn't surprised by that factiod. I'm more of an ice cream sort of character than a bag of candy type. But maybe my taste buds are changing (conforming) just a little. Last night I nearly made a solo candy run but stopped myself and went for a beer from the fridge instead (vices!). But today there was no turning back. M'sweet mentioned that she could go for some lösgodis, and that was all I needed to jaunt across the street and make the purchase. Was I like a kid in a candy store? No, I was like a kid in a regular old grocery store.