I wanted sweets from the old days of big glass jars in the corner shop, so I bought aniseed balls and cola cubes online, because they are no where in my sleepy town.
I only briefly glanced at the weights and assumed they were about right, and in my giddy, pre sugared state I glossed over the price.
Imagine my surprise when I got a kilo of each.
I have eaten so many aniseed balls everything tastes like medicine, which I also quite like.
I really wish I enjoyed anise flavor. I like pizzelle and they are originally flavored anise traditionally and I just can’t. I have to be boring and eat the vanilla ones. The anise smells so nice but my tongue goes ??? then no more thanks it says.
I love anise. So much. Do you like the salty licorice they like in Northern Europe? I can’t get enough of that shit. Not just salty and licorice, but with a strong undertone of ammonia!
Also, three weeks ago, I went from a country that used only stupid weights and measures (America) to a country that only partially does (Britain) and it has not been easy. I don’t care of Celsius is rational, all I know is that it’s going to be a high of 4 today and of 12 on Thursday and that means nothing to me.
I live in a country where licorice basically doesn’t exist and I have to import it. I’ve let a few different people try the double-salted stuf and they can’t believe I actually like it, they think I’m insane.
You have my pity. Americans, in general, hate licorice, but thankfully it is still available.
I do like weird salty liquorice from the continent! I used to be able to get it in fancy little tins that I could never throw away until my wife made me get rid of them.
I’m in Canada and while the metric system came in before I started school (barely), I still think a lot in Imperial. All the roads in my area are set up on a 1x2 mile grid, so anything local is in miles, while going to the nearest city is in km, and going to a far city is in hours.
Outside temperature is in C, inside temperature is in F because that’s what the thermostat reads still. Some things make sense to me in inches and feet, some in cm and meters. My weight I think of in lbs, but the weight of a truck or something makes sense in kg.
If I’m driving a tractor it’s mph, and if I’m driving my truck it’s km/h, and I’ve never made sense of L/100km for fuel efficiency, because the number should go UP if something is more fuel efficient, dammit, even if I do have to convert to liters to make the amount of fuel I put in make sense.
Dammit, now I have a headache…
Although I agree that Fahrenheit is a better descriptor of the human experience of temperature, Celsius is pretty easy too. 25 is a nice day. 12 is half of that, so fairly cold. 4 is close to freezing, so it’s fuck-off cold, but not Canada-cold.
Well, it almost got to -40 for a couple nights this last week here. I’m considering using Kelvin so I feel warmer when I have to go outside.
I’ve lived in Germany for five years. I’m perfectly fine with metric for distance and mass, but Celsius never clicks. Luckily, it’s easy mental math, but I have to do the math every time if I want to be more accurate than +/-5.
idk if the uk has like, scandinavian food stores or aisles, but if they do you should be on the lookout for djungelvrål and tyrkisk peber. that’s enough ammonium chloride to put hair on anyone’s eyeballs.
ikea don’t sell them, for some weird reason.
Gotta be careful with actual licorice lest you end up in a Chubbyemu episode
