Last week while I was miserable and coughing and generally sounding like the plague on wheels, someone left out a bag of fancy treats in one of the office kitchens. I gazed longingly at the sugary confections, knowing that fruit drops and biscotti and crunchy chocolate bits would feel like death on my throat. However, there was one item that I felt justified in taking:
Even though I'd never tried these candies, everybody knows that ginger is good for you! Is healing! Thus, sucking on a ginger candy must be one of the most permissible treats during an illness! (My thought process may have had something to do with a nearly unreasoning sugar craving midway through a week-long deprivation.) Never mind the fact that I don't really care for ginger or that the package felt like it contained small rocks.
I ripped open the paper and unrolled a ginger chew. The wrapper stuck to the candy and I had to pull it off in pieces. I contemplated the pretty amber for a moment and popped it into my mouth.
GAH!
The shock of the ginger was overwhelming and unpleasant. The sticky coating around a hard center (isn't that backwards?) felt like it was trying to pull out my crowns. The realization that ginger is a spice and this spicy candy was hurting my mouth (yes, I'm a weenie. What of it?) made me try to spit out the offender, but it clung tenaciously to my teeth and gums.
P-teah! Ack! Hock! Patooey! (Hee. Ladylike, am I! Just picture my face!)
I tried a second chew, thinking the first might have been the lemon of the bunch, but, ah, no...and spit that out as well.
Not to be defeated, I did what any civilized and enterprising sick person would do with what they considered to be their only permissible-and-yet-overpowering candy source.
I made it into a tea.
A light tea.
Yum.
The End.
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