Sweet Sweet Nostalgia
I don't know what it is about this weather that's been sending me down memory lane, but I had another trip down the mind hole yesterday, thinking about Slap Stix suckers. Yes, the concept of a carmel and banana lollipop sounds disGUSTing on paper, but trust me. They were fabulous.
One fall my school sold candy in the afternoons as a fundraiser. (Yes, I can hear Chris going into apoplectic shock as I write this.) Slap Stix were a dime each, so I naturally bought 10 of them. I'd then spend long evenings at home with my little pile of suckers and my copy of Arabian Nights. Trust me when I say there's nothing like sucking on sugar while reading a fantastical story. Nothing. In fact, I blame those early days for my current fascination with The Boy Who Lived.
Now that I think about it, a life has been influenced by those crazy suckers.
The good news is that you can find anything on the internet. So when I looked up "Slap Stix" yesterday, lo and behold--you can still get them here. I love the web. Although my waistline will be somewhat less forgiving.