Yes, it’s true. I’ve never eaten a candy cane.
I just think peppermint is for toothpaste and that we ought to leave it like that.
But the basket of canes on the counter at work has been taunting me every time I walk past it to the kitchen.
“How do you know?” they whisper. “There are lots of things you always assumed you would hate that you now love. What about broccoli?”
Yes, but broccoli is healthy. I don’t see how eating candy canes will improve my life by much.
“Closed of mouth is closed of mind!”
Finally I give in. I fish around for the tiniest one in the bowl, avoiding the fancy colours. Let’s not go wild now.
It’s wrapped in a square of plastic, all white and red stripes. I tear the side open and poke it. It’s a tiny bit sticky. I sniff the finger that touched it: smells like mint.
This was not a great idea.
Should I give it a tiny lick, try and bite a bit off, or pop it bravely into my mouth?
When getting into a cold pool I am of the ‘walk down the ladder and gradually get deeper’ camp, though I normally do it squealing. For this reason I opt for a lick.
Hmm. Not too bad. A little sugary with the mint hanging around in the background.
Lick again.
Like a big girl, I put it in my mouth and suck.
Now the tip of my tongue tingles with the mint more and more. Swallowing, the taste goes to the roof of my mouth.
I carefully place the candy cane back onto the plastic. Not so bad. Am I done now?
No. Even I know that a real taste includes a bite.
Yuck! The centre of the cane is red and very minty. The portion I bit off is stuck in my back teeth spreading its intense minty gross-ness everywhere!
You evil confectionery! Pretending to be so mild-mannered on the outside when inside you’re just mintmintmint!
Rating: 
Specifics: small red and white candy cane that I got from work
Candy Cane
Yes, it’s true. I’ve never eaten a candy cane.
I just think peppermint is for toothpaste and that we ought to leave it like that.
But the basket of canes on the counter at work has been taunting me every time I walk past it to the kitchen.
“How do you know?” they whisper. “There are lots of things you always assumed you would hate that you now love. What about broccoli?”
Yes, but broccoli is healthy. I don’t see how eating candy canes will improve my life by much.
“Closed of mouth is closed of mind!”
Finally I give in. I fish around for the tiniest one in the bowl, avoiding the fancy colours. Let’s not go wild now.
It’s wrapped in a square of plastic, all white and red stripes. I tear the side open and poke it. It’s a tiny bit sticky. I sniff the finger that touched it: smells like mint.
This was not a great idea.
Should I give it a tiny lick, try and bite a bit off, or pop it bravely into my mouth?
When getting into a cold pool I am of the ‘walk down the ladder and gradually get deeper’ camp, though I normally do it squealing. For this reason I opt for a lick.
Hmm. Not too bad. A little sugary with the mint hanging around in the background.
Lick again.
Like a big girl, I put it in my mouth and suck.
Now the tip of my tongue tingles with the mint more and more. Swallowing, the taste goes to the roof of my mouth.
I carefully place the candy cane back onto the plastic. Not so bad. Am I done now?
No. Even I know that a real taste includes a bite.
Yuck! The centre of the cane is red and very minty. The portion I bit off is stuck in my back teeth spreading its intense minty gross-ness everywhere!
You evil confectionery! Pretending to be so mild-mannered on the outside when inside you’re just mintmintmint!
Rating:
Specifics: small red and white candy cane that I got from work