There once was a girl named Fiona.
Who went ’round the world, then to Roma!
Where she lived by the motto
“You MUST have gelato —
Or leave Rome right now for Daytona!”

Here’s today’s quiz: Which of these is not like the others?

“Mother?” began Princess Hazel Peppermunt.

“Yes, my dear?” replied her mother, Queen Petunia Peppermunt.

“Why do we have such a peculiar last name? Why peppermunt?”

“What last name would you like to have, Hazel?” asked Petunia, smiling.

“Peppermint.”

I’ve found 3 different kinds of candy here that are breakfast-related, and here they are!
Number 1: Eggs! (fried, or sunny side up?)

Number 2: Waffles! (Where’s the maple syrup?)

Number 3: This is a classic thing that dutch children eat: it’s basically different flavored sprinkles that you eat with butter and big round crackers (called [...]

The market nearest our apartment here in Cape Town turns out to have about three aisles dedicated entirely to candy. Most of the candy is not blog-worthy, but the things that are blog-worthy are very very blog-worthy.

For example, there is Toffifee.

Who could resist a candy bar called NOSH?

In the 1970s, my Mother and her sister were staying in Rome for a few days with their parents when they came across this candy. “They were the fizzy kind,” my Mom tells me, which led to a brilliant idea: they took the cola-flavored Charm and dropped it into a glass of water, attempting to make Coke! “The Charm fizzed up,” she remembers, “and it even turned the water brown. But when we tasted it, it was terrible. It tasted like melted candy in water!”

I feel just wretched about having let my readers down by not adding to my candy-series in such a long time. I do have somewhat of an excuse — and I hope it’s good enough: it turns out that here in India, almost all of the candy can also be found in the US. Also, the candy that cannot be found in the US does not have very exciting packaging.

Here are more henna pictures, as promised! My mentor, Meena, has been teaching me how to eat with my hands, which most people do in India. That explains the finger bowl in this next picture.

Floyd and Fritz, who are brothers and buddies (and peacocks) tend to busy themselves by trying to impress their five female neighbors (also peacocks) — Fannie, Fleur, Fern, Frieda, and Florence.

“Hey, lovely ladies!” called Floyd one recent afternoon. “You girls are especially stunning today! How about a date at the canteen?”