Good times and Taffy
Last nights ride to Golden Gardens was
Nocturnal cycling was fun as hell riding in a pack; it felt very bad ass,
even though we weren’t going fast. Perhaps, that was just bebopboy's ‘take no shit from Seattle drivers’ attitude and road-sharing discourse, or maybe it was mechagodzilla12 sporting the bandana.
I have a new appreciation for saltwater taffy. Never really a fan of
the candy, I took some out of obligation from a coworker who brought
some to the office. I was pleasantly surprised by the non-descript
pastel colored concoction; what is essentially a sticky mass of
boiled sugar and butter. For example, a less then appetizing and
mysterious white piece, turned out to be authentic licorice flavor
(not that candied version of the flavor. Yuk!) and an ambiguous red
colored piece of taffy, turned out to be a surprisingly spicy cinnamon.
Nocturnal cycling was fun as hell riding in a pack; it felt very bad ass,
even though we weren’t going fast. Perhaps, that was just bebopboy's ‘take no shit from Seattle drivers’ attitude and road-sharing discourse, or maybe it was mechagodzilla12 sporting the bandana.
I have a new appreciation for saltwater taffy. Never really a fan of
the candy, I took some out of obligation from a coworker who brought
some to the office. I was pleasantly surprised by the non-descript
pastel colored concoction; what is essentially a sticky mass of
boiled sugar and butter. For example, a less then appetizing and
mysterious white piece, turned out to be authentic licorice flavor
(not that candied version of the flavor. Yuk!) and an ambiguous red
colored piece of taffy, turned out to be a surprisingly spicy cinnamon.