Mmm, delightful

B and I have slowly been working through the dregs of post-Christmas num-nums and now it's down to a single, rather sizeable box of Turkish delight. I like Turkish delight and all (except for that crappy excuse for it that used to come wrapped in a shiny, dark pink wrapper that matched the colour of the jelly. I think I was in my twenties before I found out that Turkish delight wasn't purple) but it's really not my first choice when I feel like reaching for a snack, do you know what I mean? A square or two a year is sufficient, but lately it's been more like one a day. B dropped out of this a long time ago; Turkish delight has fallen from his list of Stuff He'll Eat When There's Nothing Else Going, so I am on my own here. And even though I have a little bit every day, by some miracle, the supply remains. It won't go down. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's cloning. What is its mission? Is it to destroy my teeth? No, it is to convince me to convince others that Turkish delight is a delightful snack every single day. I'm not convinced. Nor should you be. Do not go buy, or accept a gift of, Turkish delight because it won't go away ever. You will just feel sorry for it and eat it until your teeth rot out of your head.