Evidence that custard isn't the only food about which Fran can write trivial drivel

Let me introduce you to my new friends.  Say hello.




These jelly beans have been my constant companions for the last couple of days.  As a result, I now have no friends left.  In a very unfriendlike gesture, I have eaten every one of them.  [On a tangent: I have just read The Life of Pi and there is friend-eating in that, too.  What a fabulous book.  Surely the film can't match up to it.  I will go and see at some point.]

I wrote a post a few weeks ago about different ways to approach the eating of custard.  And now I am wondering whether, all over the world, people have different approaches to the eating of jelly beans.

Readers, do you....

a) not eat Jelly Beans at all? [Please feel free to ignore the rest of this tosh, then, and go back to more interesting pursuits such as clipping your toenails and measuring them, or counting the number of cat hairs on your sofa, or reading your copy of Stapler Manufacturing Monthly.]

b) eat Jelly Beans one by one, checking which flavour each one is, then savouring it slowly to get the full exoticism of Hawaiian Pineapple, or the spiciness of Cinnamon?

c) select Jelly Beans of the same flavour and eat a few at a time of, say, Wild Cherry or Passion Fruit?

d) take a random handful of Jelly Beans, check that their flavours all mix, then eat them?

e) scoop Jelly Beans out indiscriminately and eat them, not even bothering to check the flavours?

f) scoop Jelly Beans out indiscriminately - as many as you can get into your palm - and eat them, checking the flavour descriptions casually to see what you might just have eaten?

I am not telling you which one describes my Jelly Bean consumption habits.  In my defence, I have been rather busy lately.

Something else I need to tell you is that Jelly Beans don't go particularly well with wine.  I was consuming both tonight while celebrating the fact that my book 'Being Miss'has now sold enough copies for Amazon Kindle to pay me £100 in royalties.  [This has taken a year.] The celebrations were dulled a little by the odd combination of Pinot Grigio (the wine) with SouthSeasKiwiMarshmallowPeachyPieBubblegumRaspberryJamCandyFlossBlueberryPie (The Beans), but were cheerful nevertheless.

Comments

  1. Anonymous28/12/12 12:39

    Yummm--b--absolutely!!

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  2. martine28/12/12 12:52

    Was slightly disappointed when my daughter bought me fudge instead of jelly beans this christmas (I hid it well and ate the whole pack in one sitting). I have favourites and being a bit OCD I carefully eat the ones I don't like so much first and save my favourites for last.
    Life of Pi is a fabulous book but the film does look excellent and am definitely going to see it.
    thanks for sharing
    martine

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  3. Steve28/12/12 13:27

    I eat jelly beans by stealing them surrupitiously from my kids.

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  4. Janie Junebug28/12/12 15:10

    I haven't had a jelly bean in years, but when I had them I only liked orange. Congratulations on your new found and well-deserved wealth.

    Love,
    Janie

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  5. SmitoniusAndSonata28/12/12 15:44

    Oz Clarke couldn't have described it all* better .
    But what a splendid reason for a celebration . Congratulations !!

    * perhaps one might almost say binge .

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  6. stephen Hayes28/12/12 18:48

    I've read the life of Pi and really hated it, found it very difficult to follow. But the movie was a triumph, magical and deserving of being called one of the best movies of the year. I highly recommend it. Take care and Happy New Year.

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    1. Janie Junebug29/12/12 11:23

      I hated Life of Pi, too, and so did The Hurricane. I doubt if I'll see the movie, at least not for a long time, as I've seen my one movie in a theater and won't go again for at least 12 - 18 months.

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  7. Linens and Royals28/12/12 19:10

    No I don't eat jelly beans at all! Yes I do drink wine!
    Sorry cat hairs on sofa too numerous to count. If you must visit me DO NOT wear black. Cat hairs have been known to travel the internet via emails and blog comments...

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  8. wide eyed29/12/12 00:42

    I just make big eyes at the doctor when he offers one to my kids after a needle, hoping he will give me a jelly bean from the jar. I don't feel I can be choosy about the colour.

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  9. libby29/12/12 01:05

    Congratulations on the book deal/money thingy. I don't like jelly beans though.

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  10. Frances Garrood29/12/12 01:54

    I rarely encounter jelly beans, but loved the Life of Pi. Anyone who can name a tiger Richard Parker has to be a winner. In fact, ALL tigers should be called Rchard
    Parker!

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  11. Frances29/12/12 12:51

    I loved Life of Pi but the rest of the book club members didn't like it as they thought the twist at the end ruined the whole book ! No imagination ! I am usually the odd one out on most of our books !

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    1. Frances Garrood30/12/12 02:07

      Join another book club? Actually, how about an online book club? There's an idea!

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  12. Pam 29/12/12 14:49

    I pick out the jelly beans I like. And then I may be reduced to eating the ones I don't like so much.

    Chocolate is better, though.

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