I Like Grandma Candy

I really love that candy Good & Plenty. You know the one? The purple and white licorice candy?

Well I flippin' love it! But it's quite hard to find around here... some sources say it's a "grandma candy" and that's why it's not in San Francisco. But you know what? I see grandmas allllllll over the place. I mean, I just blogged about a dance party with a grandma the other night.

And what makes it a grandma candy? I mean, my grandma had candy, but I'll tell you right now she didn't have those little delights lying around. Nope, all grandma had lying around was shitty bridge mix (you know- the chocolate covered peanuts and raisins and stuff)and potatoes. Yep, potatoes. My grandpa (sneaky bastard) always said : It's CANDY!! I knew better. Even as a three-year old I knew that man was up to no good. Potatoes as candy = blasphemy.

Ugh, I'm getting off track. The point is: I heart Good & Plenty. And if loving grandma candy is wrong, then I don't want to be right.