When Jason’s dad picked us up from JFK last month we were a tired bunch. Flying with a baby and energetic toddler in tow takes the pep out of your step. Not to mention I was a bit ravenous.
So when Papa Ron casually offered up a bag of black licorice he had bought at a random food market on Long Island it took a lot of restraint not to reach over into the front street and swipe the entire bag. But since I try to be a polite daughter-in-law I graciously accepted one piece. Then I asked if I could have another. By the time we reached their apartment the bag was empty.
I have a thing for black licorice (regardless that on our second date Jason told me the only people he knew that love it as much as me were old men). Hands down, this was the best licorice I’d ever tasted. I quickly googled “Darrell Lea” “Black Licorice” “Manhattan” on my iPhone and was happy to discover every corner Duane Reade pharmacy stocks it. Unfortunately it happened to be a Sunday and all locations in the NYC area were closed. I put my impulse on the back burner until I returned to Oregon.
I was over the moon when I found out both Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s have the little pieces of heaven in stock. It’s now a daily staple in my top desk drawer. Old man Carson loves eating them, too.