Trust me when I say that looks can be deceiving–this here is some pretty good candy. Each piece looks pretty unpalatable, something between discarded fish parts after cleaning a mess of bream and some bit of a growth that the surgeon snipped off one of your internal organs. See for yourself:
Black Jack Taffy--not so black, huh?
In the middle of each piece you’ll see a bit of licoricey black, but the preponderance of each piece is sort of a sallow yellow color topped with a streak of sanguine goop. It looks kind of like a debeaked chicken head. Yum!
The taste redeems this confection–initially sweetness predominates, but as you consume the licorice flavor grows stronger until at the end you pretty much taste licorice albeit a sweet strain. The flavoring is artificial, but there’s some good chemicals in here.
Sonny Boy said, “They taste kind of weird at first, but their aftertaste tastes really good. They’re good, aren’t they?”
Baby Girl gave a silent thumbs up of approval, probably thankful that these were not Snaps.
The taffy is smooth and soft, none of that out-of-date crap from down in Morehead City that you had to gnaw on for a bit until it softened up. Of course, back in the day before my palate became so refined, I’d blow through a bag of that taffy like a bob-tailed Manx in an Electrolux showroom. Whatever that means. I’m thinking it’s pretty fast.
"Holy Doody! Is that an Electrolux?! Or is that Meryl Streep singing?!1"
Note: even after eating a piece of Black Jack Taffy (which is a pretty strong flavored goody) I could still get that incensey taste from the Snaps that I had eaten earlier. I noted that it was “like that subtly unpleasant taste of illness you get when you are falling ill.”
