Addicted

Okay I confess: I am an addict. I cannot control myself. I had to have it. Even as I spoke firmly to myself, and said, Anna my dear, you don't need it and it is not good for you, I bought it anyway. And I bought it somewhat hastily, so no one I knew would see me, and the minute I got in the car, I checked all around to see no one was looking, and then I USED... And it was GOOD!
Approximately 20 pieces of dutch licorice(aka zoute droppies) later, nausea set in and I distinctly remembered the acute attack of vertigo I had the last time I imbibed. I scrunched the top of the little paper baggie up tight and hid it in the bottom of the grocery bag from whence it came. I tried to tell myself, oh you didn't have that many, and at least it wasn't zwart wit (which translates to blackwhite) a little pill shaped candy consisting of a half tablet of light brown salt, glued to another tablet of ivory colored salt. It is very good and vaguely tastes like sweet very salty licorice. Hmmm my mouth waters even as we speak...Anyhow as I was saying, at least I had NONE of those little blood pressure pills(The kind that increase it) I did however have the ones called Krijt (white ones that resemble chalk, hence the name) Whoever thought up the idea of making a candy resembling something that you write with, on a blackboard no less. And I also had the little black salty fish covered in sugar, to tittilate all of the taste buds at once. And the little soft chewy brown cubes, also covered in sugar, not quite as salty but yummy none the less. When we were young in Lethbridge, Mr Schalk came around to the door on Saturday mornings with baked goods, especially Dutch imports, and we, my sister and I , were mostly interested in the "droppies"( named so because eventually they WILL make you drop dead of a stroke) Back then I especially like the big diamond shaped extra salty (Dubbel zout) slabs(they were about 4 inches long) that you could just lick and lick, til they got thin, and then you shoved the whole thing in your mouth and chewed your little heart out. DELICIOUS... And our parents supported this habit, that is they actually paid for this "candy"
People it seems, that is the non-Dutch , are either programmed to either love the stuff or hate it. I have a theory that it is a genetic trait, this love for insanely salty lumps of black stuff. One of my daughters likes it, and the other hates it... Their father of course frowns dreadfully whenever I bring it anywhere close to the house which was the reason for my hiding it, and subsequently discreetly throwing the remainders in the garbage and burying it deep amongst wet stinky other stuff (so I wouldn't be tempted to dig it out later) He remembers helping me to the bathroom when the room was spinning so badly I couldn't walk, the night after a day of gorging on the stuff. I think today I only used enough to make my craving subside, and so far I feel no untoward effects. The size of the bags under my eyes in the morning will be a true indicator of just how much of a droppie-pig I was.
So no, its not crack cocaine, or crystal meth, or heroin, but it is white(salt, that is), and it does temporarily make me lose all reason, with regards to my health. Luckily it isn't too expensive so it doesn't affect the family budget and drive us to bankruptcy, and really, today is the first time in about two years that I have given in to this craving and then only because I happened to be in a store with a BULK BIN OF DROPPIES, which I truly feel should be against the law... And really, I don't HAVE to have it. I can quit any time... its not like I NEED it...
Bob has gone to bed, I wonder whether he took the garbage out...