My mother was a black licorice snob.
She also was fond of Limburger cheese.
I avoid both and must have inherited a bland palate.
I have preferences in many categories but can’t think of anything I am a snob regarding.
Any idea where in the US this is normally sold? I would like to try it.
Ah, my grandma used to do that. She would sprinkle colored sugar on them for us grandkids. She was a baker of the first rank.
Thanks. I might order some.
Scho-Ka-Kola, I must have it!
Thanks, and ordered, because I have a friend who is a caffIEND and this should make his next visit in the coming months extra fun.
I buy it at my local supermarket, Market Basket, a New England chain. I think I pay $3.49 per 7oz package, $2.99 on sale.
Thank you, I’ll be ordering some today.
I absolutely adore licorice (regular and salty)!
ETA: I see I’m not the only one, on finishing the thread…
So, yesterday my gf told me I’m a snob. A girl I know took her two kids (6 and 8) to Ocean City, Maryland. The pictures she posted on Facebook show her and the kids at the motel pool and at a McDonald’s eating dinner.
When my kids were that age, I took them to Ocean City, Maryland. We spent time on the beach, drove to Assateague Island to explore, see the horses, and enjoy a less crowded beach. We ate steamed crabs, clams, corn on the cob, etc. We slept at the motel, never used the pool.
My gf says different people enjoy different things, and I’m a snob for not getting that.
I hope you mean a woman took her children there.
I’m with you (snob or no snob) except for the motel pool. Kids that age love motel pools. They can do that, and the beach, and eat crabs.
Ya got me. She’s younger than my daughter and I should know better.
I guess, but my kids did not want to mess with the motel pool when the ocean was right over there.
That aside, yes, people like different things. My brother and sister-in-law like to do things like visit the Laura Ingalls Wilder house when visiting Mount Rushmore.
I can’t blame them for that. Mount Rushmore was a pretty serious disappointment up close.
There’s nothing wrong with that - but my kids would have preferred the pool every time. Which makes perfect sense since we live about 20 minutes from the ocean and used to go to the beach every weekend but they only got to use a large pool on vacation.
I don’t know that “snob” is the word I would use for simply not understanding that people like different things. I think it depends on the reason for not understanding - there are people who are absolutely being snobs when they say they don’t understand why people stay at resorts on vacation rather than rent an apartment and experience a different culture for a couple of weeks. But there are also people who don’t understand without actually being snobby - like some acquaintances I have who don’t understand why the rest of us like to go to nicer restaurants than McDonald’s or even Outback. They aren’t being snobs - they truly would eat People Chow if there was such a thing don’t understand people who eat for pleasure in any way.
Yeah, it is not at all uncommon for kids to prefer a pool over a beach. I get that. But if I were going somewhere like Ocean City, I would sure make a point to have the kids at least briefly experience (and take pics of) the ocean and seafood - or basically anything I couldn’t do at a hotel and McD’s near me.
My Wife and I prefer the pool to the beach. We used to SCUBA. So no fear of the ocean. We do like being closer to our room I think. Mostly, around the pool, we will read. I used to play a lot of pool volleyball, but, sadly my body is even getting beat up from that. Blew a knee out doing that once.
Maybe I misunderstood. I assumed they went to the beach and to the pool. That’s what we would do. If a family went to Ocean City and never went to the ocean, yeah, I’d be judgy.
I messaged her a link to Assateague Island information and suggested she get a mess of crabs they could hammer open. She might check out Assateague (she’d never heard of it), but crabs are out, as they don’t really like seafood.
Nope. She didn’t want to have to deal with sand getting everywhere.