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Classic ribbon candy--a favorite for Christmas, but I'm not sure why we don't enjoy it all year.

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Sassy Sundry said…
Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Sticky and delicious.
Sassy Sundry said…
Dive, Shut up.
dive said…
Wow. I've never seen anything like that stuff over here.
It looks very odd indeed. But pretty.
Not sure if I'd want to put it in my mouth, though …
Ms Mac said…
I've never even heard of ribbon candy!
Scout said…
It's a pity, Dive and Ms Mac, that ribbon candy isn't an international treat. It's very pretty in glass bowl. You break off little pieces of licorice or orange or vanilla or anise. Very nice. Can't wait to buy a box.
dive said…
It does look gorgeous, not unlike Venetian glass.
I just wouldn't want to break any of it, so it would never get eaten if I had a box.

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