It’s funny– peculiar and hah-hah, too, I suppose–
how a flavor– a food– a concept I loathe,
peppermint,
can be cured by another.
Taffy.
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I <3 peppermint taffy.
.-= CTJen´s last blog ..Feeling Nostalgic =-.
That’s how I feel about Richard Gere. I loath him but that made him kind of perfect for the loathsome role of Billy Flynn in Chicago.
I actually hate taking a bite of peppermint taffy when expecting it to be vanilla. Not a big peppermint fan especially when I expect something else. Hope the holidays are going well for you. Have a great week.