Also? Red and other flavor Vines, Twizzlers, etc. is not licorice.

And now for something completely different:

Bags of cereal-type marshmallows.

My glucose went up just looking at the site.

I did kind of think of them as interchangeable (anise and licorice). I know the red ones are not licorice, but I don't like them either. Too waxy or something. The Red Vines are safe from me.

*high fives DCJ*

Also? White "chocolate" is not chocolate. You may love it, but don't call it chocolate.

I don't consider milk chocolate chocolate, either. So white chocolate never stood a chance with me.

Also....

Let me just make it clear: anise is not licorice. It is often used in products that are then called licorice but anise is from an entirely different plant. Anise: [link] Licorice: [link]

Huh. Not only did I think licorice was anise, I was under the distinct impression (from somebody who had a pretty thorough knowledge of plants) that anise and fennel were the same plant.

I don't care if licorice isn't anise (though in the middle east it sometimes made out of it) - they both taste like teh evil.

White chocolate and milk chocolate heretics: I'll bring some extra Max Brenner of these kinds to the U.S. just for you, and watch you, in person, rejoice at your wrongness. There!

Also? White "chocolate" is not chocolate. You may love it, but don't call it chocolate.

I've never entirely understood this argument - white chocolate is cocoa butter. Saying it's not chocolate is like saying skim milk isn't really milk.

Salty licquorice is my favourite food group. Om nom nom. I'm going to Finland at the end of the month and expect to eat little else. Mmm salmiakki.

Saying it's not chocolate is like saying skim milk isn't really milk.

Skim milk is just white water.

x-posted from Natter (I actually meant to post this here, but oh well)

I had the funniest texting conversation in my entire life last night, so much so that I decided I had to immortalize it. I typed up the transcript and am cutting/pasting it over here. It was between my two best friends (C and B) and me. The two of them went to the Hollywood Bowl to see a concert last night and proceeded to get very drunk on red wine, despite the fact they had to catch a flight to Mexico today for C's sister's wedding. Hilarity ensued.

Best Text Conversation EVER

C’s phone: We might be drunk at the bowl. Thank heaven for public transit
Me: Hee hee hee. You’re just practicing for the rest of the week.
C’s phone: OMG. Driunk and llospt.
Me: Oh dear. I hope you get ffoundp!
C’s phone: Oh deargodo
Me: Do I need to rescue you two?
B’s phone: C stole b Phonw. Ausw mined died. Still lost but b confibsrnr.
Me: Wow. That text was worthy of Drew on drugs.
B’s phone: I blame the red sine. Wine
B’s phone: It’s all b’s fault
B’s phone: Oh ignore het. Sesame st!! N
Me: Are you two arguing with each other via text over the same phone? That’s awesome.
B’s phone: Maybe. Bur too drunk to notice says C
B’s phone: Where us subway?
Me: Um. Down the hill? A long way?
B’s phone: Oh jeeZ. Maam? R u kidding mr
Me: Where ARE you two?
Me: Oh right. You don’t know.
B’s phone: We are at mr fuzzy. I love mr fuZzy.
B’s phone: O think b lives near here.
Me: Mr fuzzy?
B’s phone: YES subway time!
B’s phone: I the subway took my cc. Win
Me: Water. Water is your friend.
B’s phone: We like salsa
Me: Also water.
B’s phone: Who ate them people?

[At this point, I had to text our friend Fionn to share this awesome conversation. Apparently he and a couple of our other friends started texting B’s phone commenting on their texts.]

B’s phone: Dis you tell fionn of Joe re wheat bread???
Me: Um. Wheat bread? What?
Me: Fionn and I exchange things that make us laugh. At the moment, you two are making me laugh. Joe and Leia happen to be hanging out with him.
B’s phone: Yeah. We are so not drunk. I swear. )this is c. Phone still dead
Me: Riiiight
B’s phone: No swear. Phone dead.
Me: It’s really a damn shame texting won’t be possible in Mexico. I could start a blog.
B’s phone: Bacon? You had bacon?
B’s phone: B is curious.
B’s phone: Blog!!
Me: Bacon? What? Are you meaning to text me?
B’s phone: U blame Fiobn
Me: Fiobn is to blame for many things.
B’s phone: Thai food = good
B’s phone: Yep.
Me: Yes. And now that I know you two are happily eating and not lost on a subway platform somewhere with Mr Fuzzy, I need to go to sleep. Night, besties!
B’s phone: Night! (I lost b. This is C.. Bur there is food)
Me: Try to lose B. She is cute.

[I never heard back, but hopefully C eventually found B, charged her phone, and made it home.]