i always wondered while eating jelly beans why the jelly belly people even bother to make the licorice bean. no one eats it and everybody hates it. i abandon clusters of licorice jelly beans at the bottom of the bag along with those popcorn-flavored ones which make me want to vomit. red vines are acceptable but, face it, they're not really licorice.
i have discovered that licorice exists for danes. they love their licorice candies. and beware of lakrids-flavored ice cream because that's licorice. it's like europeans and black currant. currant flavor don't exist in the states because we just don't like it. Meanwhile, everyone else seems to love that shit. funny to think that a whole region of people can have a same general taste preference. personally, black licorice and black currant could stop existing and my world would keep turning. might even turn a bit faster.
4. babies
i have never seen as many babies as i have seen in denmark.
this isn't any illusion or paranoia of mine - my friends have all made remarks about it at some point in time. maybe danish people know how disastrously good-looking they are and can't wait to reproduce with each other. whatever the reason, danes seem to start having children at a younger age than people do at home. i don't think i'd ever seen a pram before moving to copenhagen. at home, we only have strollers. i think our baby culture is afraid of taking babies outside in case they catch some disease or cold. we coddle them at home and don't really take them out until they can sit in strollers. however, you see batrillions of prams out on the streets, regardless of the weather - wind, rain, sun, snow, with small gurglers inside, looking at you quizzically with their preconscious stares. you see them lugged on and off of buses and metros all day. in addition to the plethora of babies, you also see the cohorts of babydom in numbers - waddling pregnant ladies and teetering toddlers.
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hahahaha. currant flavor. it's also very popular in Australia...they have very few grape-flavored things.
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