As a youngster I used to buy a single strand of strawberry Twizzler’s on my way home from school at a drug store that sold them individually (even though they weren’t packaged that way). My parents learned to give me Twizzlers on Easter and Christmas. When I grew up, I found I still love Twizzlers, more than chocolate, and I have to force myself to buy only a small pack so I won’t feel sick. I even discovered that my love of Jamba Juice’s “Protein Berry Workout” is due to it tasting like strawberry Twizzlers. My parents still include them in care packages now and then, for holidays and such. In short, I love Twizzlers and wish I could eat more without consequences.
(Posted by me to the “Twizzlers arre the ONLY candy that matters” facebook wall, today.)