But if by chance my sweet tooth gets the best of me, I usually go for some of these. Sweet, soft, sugary coated orange slices.
When I was a little girl, my Grandpa used to call us the week before we were planning to visit. He would tell us he couldn't wait to see us and then he would ask us a few very important questions.
What kind of cereal would you and your sister like to eat while you are here?
The magical part about this phone call was that we could ask for anything we wanted. We could ask for the most unhealthy, sugary concoction imaginable that our parents never would buy us. He would say okay, no doubt making his list on the other end. When we got there... everything we asked for was waiting for us. And more!
We always asked for Fruity Pebbles.
Or Captain Crunch.
Loaded with sugar.
He always had our favorite ice cream flavor and all of the toppings like chocolate syrup, caramel topping and whip cream or cool whip. Fudgesicles. Popsicles. Chocolate milk. Everything we asked for.
On top of everything, he would strategically place large candy jars all around the house. Every one filled to the brim with candy corns, peanut M&M's, suckers, and orange slices. Always an entire candy dish filled with orange slices.
Our parents would ride us all week about staying out of the candy dishes. They would even try putting the candy dishes up on top of the fridge to cut us off. To which our Grandpa would just take the candy jars down, return them to their spots and refill each one to the brim again.
An entire week in a sugar induced coma.
An entire week of promoting cavities and false teeth.
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