Don’t get me wrong. I love coffee. I adore coffee. I’d rather have coffee than alot of things.
But when you’re eating jelly bellies of varied flavors and not paying attention to what you’re putting in your mouth when, coffee can be a very unpleasant thing; just like buttered popcorn.
“Mmm…lime. Mmm…orangy-tangy stuff. Mmm…some other kind of fruity flavor. Mm–mocha??“
I believe you see my point.
Mom says she found the soap-flavored one, but forgot to take note of the color. It’s always an adventure around here.