Candy!

Hello friends. I would like to take a moment to talk about a subject near and dear to my heart, and that subject is candy. But Megan, you say, what about your trip to Paris, where you visited the catacombs and ate the most delicious clementines known to man? What about your subsequent trip to Michigan, where you neglected to mention your trip to the catacombs to your friends who would have harmed small children for a similar opportunity? What about your whirlwind tour of the finest that West Philadelphia has to offer, and your subsequent journey back to Grand Rapids in luxurious first class, proving once again that standard rates and rules do not, in fact, apply to you? What of your joyous noel, knee-deep in lake effect snow? What of your turbulent journey across the Atlantic, and your jet-lagged adventures in post-Christmas sales and mass market retailing, including your trip to Westfield Shopping Mall, Europe’s largest, and also to the UK equivalent of Hobby Lobby? What of the questionable events of New Year’s Eve, and the even more questionable decision to teach yourself to knit? What about the paradigm-shifting fritjes you had in Antwerp, and the world’s oldest surviving printing press?

Well, tough. This is what you get for now.



Before Christmas, my friend Chris and I made a deal: I'd bring him back candy from the states when I went back over Christmas, and he'd return with some candy from Manchester. This is what he brought me. If you click through to the photo on Flickr, you can see what I thought of each.