Crunky

Crunky.

Crunky.

CRUNKY.

Crunky!

When you first saw the word crunky, what did you think? It sounds like a negative adjective to me, like, “The service at the restaurant was crunky. Especially when that server….”

It just doesn’t sound like the name of a candy bar…

Nope, certainly not a Japanese one…

I need to get to the crunch of the matter, yes I think I do.

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Butter & Salt Candy

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Butter & Salt Candy. I was enticed by those words, certainly.

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However, it was the smaller ones beneath that sealed the buying deal: I am sorry that I cannot tell this deliciousness in a single word.

Oh dear, I almost cannot handle those words. They have the same effect on me as watching Olivia sniffing individual pieces of candy and me squeezing her little sister’s chubby thighs.

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Peanut Nougat Candy

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I’ve come to expect this type of sales tactic from the cart-pushing dim sum ladies at a certain Chinese restaurant in town, and was surprised to encounter it at a California supermarket, too.

I’d asked one of the Vietnamese ladies stationed at the bulk-foods area (with candies, meat jerkies, dried cuttlefish, etc.) for just a handful of these candies. She filled a small bag. I asked for even less. She removed a few. “Take out more, it’s only for me,” I informed her. She tutted and I ended up with these 10 pieces of Peanut Nougat Candy.

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Asian Aisle On- and Off-Course in California: Day 2

On my California vacation, I visited familiar places—Disneyland and Universal Studios—as well as new sights—Legoland and SeaWorld. The kids unsurprisingly liked all four destinations. And the adults? Well, we found our Holy Trip Grail at a Vietnamese chain called Lee’s Sandwiches. We were awed, awed I tell you, at the complete freshness of the baguette sandwiches at Lee’s, and that customers had to take a number for their orders. (At my local Vietnamese sandwich shops, the protocol is to get in a disorganized line, catch the eye of the cashier, and tell/yell that person my order.) The fact that the Lee’s Sandwiches we went to near our hotel had a drive-through almost knocked our flip-flops off, too.

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Some of the adults, myself included, started our mornings off with iced lattes made with Lee’s own coffee. A couple of my relatives thought that the lattes didn’t pack enough of the coffee flavor or caffeine punch (their conclusion may have had something to do with them being mommies, and needing extra energy), but I thought the balance was fine.

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