Licorice has a personal kind of magic for me.
It transports me to my childhood in St. Louis (Dellwood to be exact) when every Sunday we'd be in the Rambler Station Wagon heading to south St. Louis to see our Nannie and Papa.
They spoiled us.
We knew when those rectangle white Famous Barr cardboard boxes came out, that there would be special treats for us and Mom too. That box of M&Ms didn't last long. Nannie always bought a special box for Mom full of licorice. It's not exactly like the licorice in the photos, but pretty close. That's when I learned to love licorice.
Haribo makes these gorgeous licorice mixes here in France.
Every time I get a bag of these "Zanzigliss"and start in on them, Mom joins me.
It carries me to all the times that Mom and I shared licorice together.
It also conjures up the wonderful memories of our Sundays.
I can see Mom and Nannie in the kitchen on Maze Place working on getting dinner together. Meanwhile, Papa is in his chair beside the TV with a Falstaff and smoking a cigar or pipe.
The rest of us are on the sofa directly across from him.
Those were the days!
Missing Nannie, Papa, Mom, and those Sundays of simpler times.
Happy Sunday!
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