My favorite kind of gummy bear is the Haribo Gold Bear.
This fine candy, born in Bonn, Germany in 1922, is the original rubber; they were first known as “dancing bears.”
In each package you will find a satisfying mix of white-pineapple/ green-strawberry/ yellow-lemon/ orange-orange/ and red-raspberry flavors.
The 5-pound bag, my preferred package size, comes at the fair price of $6.99. Each of these bags contains approximately 485 pieces, equivalent to 97 pieces per pound. That’s a lot of gummy bears, more than enough to share with friends and family.
True gummy bear connoisseurs know that these gummies are the highest in quality. Haribo has created the perfect combination of sweetness and softness.
The bears resist your teeth with a pleasant rubbery consistency. With many other brands you will find yourself picking at your teeth to remove the leftovers.
Also, did you know that the bears are lightly dusted to prevent sticking together in the package?
The German catch phrase, “haribo macht kinder froh / und Erwachsene ebenso,” translates to “kids and grown-ups love it so / the happy world of Haribo.”
In Germany, competitors’ gummies are sold at drastically lower prices. Haribo dominates the gummy bear market, even with the priciest product.
Gold Bears are great for teaching counting, and also a great addition to trail mix.
It is a message from young Rebecca (who I am not acquainted with) to a friend of mine.
The translation is as follows: “Cool! That would be cool to come and see you! So how have things been? What are you going to study at University? Kiss Kiss Kiss”
I ask, what on earth has happened here? This is perhaps the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever read. As a busy summertime babysitter I have observed this IM Slang trickle down from my own age group, (the generation responsible for this phenomenon) to many youngsters, some of whom are still anxiously awaiting double digits.
Parents, please do not introduce your children to the world of instant messaging until they learn proper syntax and develop adequate grammar skills.
This morning, six of my friends and I said to ourselves, “let’s go to the Lazy Dog for buffalo wings today.” We couldn’t have been more excited when we finally arrived; were seated on the roof deck. The sun was shining and the mist machines kept us cool and comfortable.
Things took a turn for the worst when we were informed that the Sprite had run out. This seemingly inconsequential event marked the beginning of the “worst lunch so far this year.” We were soon told that the potato skins that Shay so strongly desired had also run out. The kitchen, your waitress informed us, had been “hit hard yesterday.”
Our frustration peaked when the wing orders arrived. The first problem was that we received “combo platters” complete with wings and drum-sticks. The drum-sticks outnumbered the wings on each order 2:1, and we do not fancy drum sticks.
I was shocked once again when I bit into my first wing and found that I hadn’t been served buffalo wings at all! I had been served the Island Fire with a side of buffalo sauce. It is not in my nature to cause a fuss at the table, so I continued eating in dismay.
Everyone at the table was also very displeased. It seemed that the sauces had been applied much too heavily; our combo wings/drum-sticks were soaking in an oily, foul mess.
I am sorry that the service was so mediocre this afternoon. Next time we crave some tasty wings we will dine elsewhere.
School Week 1 has passed! To celebrate, we threw a pool party today at the new house. Many other students gathered down the hill from our house at an apartment complex; they too were having a pool party. It seems, pool parties are the hot new thing here in Boulder this Fall.
Myself, Michael Clarke, Willis Brown, Brian Schroy, Shay Williams and Tyler are busy moving in to our new house. Interior decorating is rather exciting; I think we could all pursue this as a potential line of work in years to come… we’re very good at it. I’ll post some pics when it’s all done.
We are without internet until Friday the 29th. On that day, Feliciano, our Comcast technician will be stopping by to get things going for us. When I first heard his name, I expected a hunk of a Latino to walk in the door… turns out he’s not.
So, one week from now, when the hustle and bustle of School Week 1 has passed, I will be back to the blog.
