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Have a great time giving out candy and eating candy too. One of these years I am going to buy candy that I don’t like…hmmm what would that be? LICORICE?
here is an article on licorice!(By Tiffany Aron
Crazy for Drop: Licorice candy is a national obsession in the Netherlands
It is found from row houses in Amsterdam to cottages in the Dutch countryside. Sometimes it’s tucked away in cupboards, though often it’s kept in plain sight on the coffee table.
It is sold everywhere from pharmacies to corner stores and shipped by mail everywhere else. Most Dutch like to sneak a little after dinner, and when they travel outside the country, they’re always sure to bring enough to last the entire trip.
Drop, the Dutch licorice candy, is the Netherlands’ national addiction. Coming in more than 50 different shapes, tastes and textures, and made by at least 10 different companies, it is the one thing Dutch expatriates seem to miss most from their homeland.
In Holland, Drop (rhymes with rope) is eaten by about 80 percent of the country’s 16 million residents, who consume about 31 million kilograms, or 68 million pounds, every year. Drop does not at all resemble or taste like American red or black licorice and the repertoire of unusual flavors, such as honey, menthol and even salt, make Dutch Drop a somewhat acquired taste.
“I have tried to feed Drop to Americans, Indians, Japanese, Chinese and a dozen other nationalities and none of them would have anything to do with it,” said Rob Barends, a computer consultant from Rotterdam who has been living in Texas since 1980. “I think you will never like Drop as much as a Dutchman if you didn’t get it first when you were very young.”
In the Netherlands, many believe that Drop’s popularity has to do with the fact that people are exposed to it as toddlers, when their palates are open to new tastes. Making dropwater, by dissolving pieces of licorice in water, is something Dutch kids do for fun. And the soft, chewy dropjes (plural for drop), especially those shaped like coins or farm animals, form the beginnings of a lifelong obsession.
The Drop journey begins with dried licorice root, which has a higher concentration of sweetness than sugar cane. The roots are mixed with water to form a pulp that is then heated, processed into a syrupy extract and poured into molds. The result is block-Drop, the main ingredient of Drop, which is also used to sweeten cigarettes and pills.
“It’s like taking a sip of the North Sea,” he said.
Drop is not just consumed for pleasure, but for its supposed healing properties as well. Doctors in the Netherlands have been known to prescribe salty Drop for patients with low blood pressure. And aficionados claim that a little salty Drop, much like gargling with warm salt water, will sooth a sore throat “like nothing else” and is also great at stopping a cough.
Since the times of the ancient Egyptians, Greeks and Romans, licorice root has been known to aid digestion, which is why Barends likes to have a little at night. Be it medicinal or, most likely, just habit.

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It was about being a parent…I decided to delete it. I am still working on being an aunt and a mother…too much to reflect or give advice.

You know when you work at the same job…you tend to not have much to say about lots of other stuff…I should just say it. You are sometimes boring ( I am talking to myself). What are you, Roselyn, doing with your own webpage? ” I have a feeling, though, it is going to work out. #1 reason: I do like to talk. I have lots to say… and it is a great pastime and hobby. I just hope others will like it.
Since I don’t have much to say today—TIRED—the picture above is something to tide us over

Of course this may not be very interesting to ANYONE…but it is MY WEBSITE!!! so you don’t have to read this entry. People make a difference in our lives, and I want to tell you about people that have made mine.
As a little girl there was Jimmy, always sweet to me, taking both sides to the fights between Charles and me. Jimmy was a pain!!!! in the later years, drinking, hanging out with the wrong crowd, causing trouble in an already troubled family. He was diagnosed, but it was never told to us, until Pat Quinn went and read his chart, undifferientiated schizophrenia. I often felt sorry for myself losing my mother, but he needed her more. He has done well, and I do not understand what a strong man he is. He always loves his family and wants to get together with them. He is always saying stuff to boost our self-esteem. His life is hard ( I wish I had a fabulous vocabulary like Pat, he would have a more fitting word than hard), hard puts it mildly. There are many sites on Mental Health, but if you would like a good one I found one day: http://www.chovil.com The letters others write to him are good. Family is important to Jimmy. When Pat and I separated, seems he lost the extended family he had. Friends have been my savior in life, but my sister, Sally, and her husband have made a difference in my life. My little sister was born when I was ten, so I had a sister, and a baby. She was the most loving person. I can’t remember her ever doing anything wrong. She was the one in the family that thought about the cute side of everything–when I was stressing about family problems she would find something humourous or cute about it. She married Arthur Wingfield, who is the most perfect MAN in the world. He is sensitive, and can fix anything. He also finds the GOOD in everything and LOVES his job and dog. We took care of Sally for 3 years until she died of stomach cancer, and we had some good times during that, laughing, walking, cooking,and watching those horrible TV LAND shows that Sally loved. He has been a profound influence in my life. Will be back with, Important people in my life soon.

My sweet son, KEVIN, came to get his brother,Joel, car inspected/ emission. He saw that the cat didn’t like the dogs, so we loaded him up and he took the cute cat. He said it was a great cat! Thanks Kevin.

I had a busy day at work yesterday and the respiratory had found a ? 3mos. old kitten in the parking lot, I got talked into taking it home. There were several problems that occurred. James was at my house when I was going to drop it off, and I was running late for volunteering at the yearly Run the Reagan, a fund raiser for our Gwinnett Free Clinic. I handed him the cat, but he tells it differently, and uses all kinds of animations as to what went down before the dog, frisket came to greet us and the twenty or so scratches he got in a matter of seconds. If it had been me I would have dropped the kitten, instead he was letting it freak all over him. The problem: what to do with the kitten?

My son, Brian has gotten me started on my new web site. I have updated some of my 50th Birthday pictures to Italy, but I wish that I had taken notes.

Coming soon…pictures of family, recipes, favorite computer sites, and JUNK!

from Hacker-Mamma

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