I love candy. I don’t buy it because I can’t stop at one or two pieces.
I relapsed last year when Seth visited and bought home a box of “Hot Tamales”. I bought my own box after he left. It lasted 24 hours. I renewed my vow to stop.
Then during my October trip to Brazil, I relapsed again, thanks to pacoquitas, jars of which appeared at the end of the lunch and dinner buffet lines in the Pantanal. (see photo)
I bought a big container back from Sāo Paulo, and gave a half dozen pieces to several friends, primarily so that I wouldn’t eat them all. Alas, at Thanksgiving, Seth brought another supply from Brazil.
End of story? Nope!
On Wednesday my Brazilian house cleaners left me a Christmas gift.
Guess what it was.