it’s been a long hard slog this week, and we’ve just got a new vending machine on our floor at the office – much to the chagrin of many, and the delight of… well, just me. so to lift my flagging spirits late on a friday afternoon, i did something I never do: bought chocolate. (now those of you who know me in real life, and know of my sugar addiction, are gaping slackjawed in disbelief right about now, but it’s true. I do have *some* rules. and one of those rules is that i generally don’t buy chocolate.) standing in front of the bright shiny new machine, i was looking for something comforting and familiar. and then i saw the m&m’s winking at me. so i deposited my money, made my selection, tilted my chair back, dipped into the bag, and popped a few in my mouth.

ewwww.

i don’t know exactly how or why they were so… different. and bad. completely not what my mouth was expecting – upon closer inspection of the bag looked as if they had been imported from greece. they were overly crispy. they were gritty and grainy, and felt funny betweeen my teeth. there was too much shell. they were not chocolatey, and at first i thought they were the peanut butter m&ms. (if anything i would have expected them to be more british chocolatey, with it’s strong sensation of eating solidified cream, than american chocolatey, with it’s cloying sweetness. they were not chocolatey.) They were like no m&ms i’d ever had before. nor will i ever have them again.

i have no idea how it is that in nearly 3 years in england i have never eaten m&ms here. like I said, i don’t generally buy chocolate. but trust me, i’d remember it if I had.

i tell you – it takes a lot, to make me say ewwww when it comes to candy of any type. i take pride in my commitment to trying strange sweets of every possible variety – if it’s made of sugar, i’ll try it. i particularly enjoy discovering new and interesting international candies, and the highlight for me of any trip, is discovering what treats they sell abroad. my friend diana once took it upon herself, *on her honeymoon* to bring back for me the strangest confectionery creations she could find in all of greece and spain (countries where, it should be noted, nose-bleed menthol is considered a perfectly acceptable candy flavour and textures run the gamut from break-your-tooth-off *hard* to oozingly runny). she must have brought back nearly a dozen foreign delights and the only thing which i did not and could not willingly eat was a brittle variation on liquorice which tasted like crunchy soap.

even being featured on bad-candy, is not enough to dissuade me – i love circus peanuts, and if i could get my hands on some indy dedos i’d try them in a heartbeat.

but these m&ms…. ewww. next time i’m going for a snickers.

still… i ate ‘em. (what?? they’re sugar!!!)

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