It’s a bean, there’s jelly inside with candy roots back to Turkish Delight, and there’s the harder shell.

Actually, I’m a bit depressed/cranky tonight and as much as I want to keep going with this food holiday thing - I’m just not feeling the jellybean. My mood is currently such that when I think jellybeans, I think that to all of life’s wonderful variety you still have to deal with disgusting black licorice in the mix. And I forget and, upon encountering a new batch, hope for black currant. Maybe they could learn from winegums.

But no. Black licorice. You can taste it on the neighboring beans too. Then there are those green mint flavoured beans. Ewww…let’s not get started. This girl has got to get some sleep.