Valentine’s Day penny cards were an important part of my childhood, as were Swedish Fish. In the multicolored packs, I used to pick out only the red ones and throw out the other colors. Even as I grew out of playing with Barbies and driving plastic wheels and grew into driving real cars and taking college classes, my love for the chewy red fish didn’t wallow or wane. In fact, when I’m studying for an exam, I need such snacks like Swedish Fish within arm’s reach to get through the night. There’s no better distraction than the little red scraps stuck in the darkest corners of my mouth. Something about maneuvering my tongue to free those little bits is much more fun than trying to memorize a textbook.
Thank goodness this is one candy the big corporate man didn’t “modernize” to an unrecognizable and unwanted entity. So what are you waiting for? Go fishing!
Go (Swedish) Fish!
Valentine’s Day penny cards were an important part of my childhood, as were Swedish Fish. In the multicolored packs, I used to pick out only the red ones and throw out the other colors. Even as I grew out of playing with Barbies and driving plastic wheels and grew into driving real cars and taking college classes, my love for the chewy red fish didn’t wallow or wane. In fact, when I’m studying for an exam, I need such snacks like Swedish Fish within arm’s reach to get through the night. There’s no better distraction than the little red scraps stuck in the darkest corners of my mouth. Something about maneuvering my tongue to free those little bits is much more fun than trying to memorize a textbook.
Thank goodness this is one candy the big corporate man didn’t “modernize” to an unrecognizable and unwanted entity. So what are you waiting for? Go fishing!
