Thirteen Inches of Joy

A confluence of events led me to be in possession of this magnificent specimen. First, I was wasting time as usual perusing some videos when I came across a clip of a master candy-cane maker who worked his craft like a magician. I just love that level of specialization. You become so good at doing something that watching you is like poetry in motion, as the old cliche goes.

Later, I found myself exploring one of the nearby markets when, by coincidence or synchronicity, I came across a candy store that was prominently displaying large candy canes. Joy! Something clicked in my brain as I stood there looking at the candy in wonder with my childhood shark brain activated and salivating. 🦈

I like the use of dark wood, and the decorative maple leaves on the top shelf

Imagine being a child and looking at all these choices. Wow! As adults, we sometimes become jaded with worry and anxiety about the good and ill effects of our food choices. But in the free-flowing consciousness of childhood, what we experience is unrestrained wonder and delight.

Is the candy cane any good? It is delicious! Look, there's no elegant way of saying this, but I took the girthy hefty cane with both hands and sucked the tip. Waves of sweetness spread through my lips. Silky, smooth, and tastes like strawberry with a hint of mint. I then broke a few more manageable bits and tasted it fully in my mouth. The range of flavours is amazing. The quality seems superior to typical candy canes found in supermarkets or grocery stores. If you're ever in the North Van Quay market, just make your way over to that Olde World candy store, and get yourself a little treat. Your lips will thank you.