Unusual, but good

I was going through my purse and I found an unexpected gift in it.  A small candy encased in a brown and gold and red shinny wrapper.  It had all sorts of interesting writing on it that was in a foreign language that I couldn’t read.  And when I made the happy discovery of it, I instantly remembered where I had gotten it.  Boris from The Northern Voices Conference was at the BC Book Prizes Soiree and I’m not sure how we got on the topic of candy, but somehow we managed, and he pulled a handful of these candies from his jacket pocket and I was the lucky recipient of one. 

I offered him one of my own, but since they were not exciting and were not wrapped and were rolling around in the bottom of the cute little French quilted purse with dangling decorative fowls dancing around the opening that my sister Jenny had given me, he decided to decline.  The interior of the purse looked quite clean, but I guess Boris was squeamish.

Anyway, I have this candy in my mouth as I type this, and I have to say, it is quite unusual.  Very fruity.  A strong (I can’t quite place the fruit?  Cantaloupe?  A melon?  A tropical fruit?) taste.  I know the minute someone would place the flavor I would say, oh yes.  Of course. 

Oops.  The last fragment of the candy has just dissolved.  So now, there is no way I’ll be able to pinpoint it for you.

I’m glad Don wasn’t here when I found it in my purse, because he probably would have confiscated it.  He doesn’t trust anything anyone gives me, unless it is from him or my kids or my sisters of course.  He’s over protective by a long shot. 

Anyway, it was just Boris.  I sort of know Boris.  And I was curious.  And it tasted good.  And I’m not feeling any unusual pain or discomfort in my stomach, so all’s well that ends well.  We just won’t tell Don is all.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Sunday, May 11, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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