Candy canes are red and white stripes. Period. I understand that this is a very limited palate, but that’s it. Red. White. Stripes. Not green, not yellow, not brown, not pink, not blue. This is not Joseph and his amazing technicolor dream cane.
Candy canes are peppermint. They are not lemon-lime, or chocolate, or cherry or strawberry done up in peppermint stripes, they are dfinitely not blueberry and they are absolutely not bubble gum flavored.
If you disagree with this, you are everything that is wrong with Christmas and America.
If guys like you had been in charge, we’d never have had the opportunity to try pizza with pineapple and canadian bacon. And that reality is just not worth living!
I can only guess that the immoderate weather of late has left you somewhat addlepated. Surely, you must realize that more and more varieties of candy canes are part of the American Dream! You should be grateful that you can still get your red and white candy canes at all. And keep in mind, that so long as I and those of my ilk continue to purchase endlessly strange and colorful candy canes, the merchants who provide them will seek even newer, wierder combinations. BWAA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!!!
Jesus didn’t have a candy cane on the cross, did he? If we only celebrated in the purist way, we’d only be sucking on pieces of splintered wood and LIKING IT!
Meanwhile, I love them spearmint candy canes. I’m no heretic.
No, no, no…you even have that backwards! Well, at least that’s what I’ve been told…I’ll go after I die. In the interim, however, I believe I shall pen a missive to Brachs. It suddenly occurs to me that if we have razors with five blades, why not candy canes with five colors? And maybe they could braid some of the stripes together in delightfully intricate patterns. We shall never give up, we shall never surrender…
No, that’s fine. It’s not a candy cane and it’s not pretending to be a candy cane. It uses the correct colors both for the body and for the actual representation of the cane that the pig-rider is carrying.
Setting aside for a later date the discussion of Weird Things That Do Not Belong On Pizza…I think that actually this is a good point. Where would homo sapiens be, culinarily, without our knack for endless food experimentation (she asked with a fine rhetorical sweep of her arms)? If it was a brave man who first et an oyster, think how much braver was he who first added cocoa to his coffee? It is not graven in stone that a candy cane must only be peppermint-flavored, the same way it is not graven in stone that a cuppa joe must only be coffee-flavored, and not be embellished with Frangelico, Irish whiskey, or rum.
I think it’s an interesting idea to have candy canes come in all the flavors of those fake “Olde Tyme” candy sticks featured at the Gifte Shoppe at every historic site I ever visited. Repackaging.
