Having a British mother introduces one to all sorts of wonderful things: Marmite, which I blogged about a few weeks ago; Monty Python, my intro to which I have yet to write about; and Liquorice Allsorts candies.
Our kitchen cupboards were short of sweets, for which I'm now grateful. I've never been much of a sweet tooth, but if someone offers me sugary treats, they are gone.
While strolling through my local Metro supermarket in the search for certain and reasonably-priced items, something at eye level caught my attention. I ignored the price and grabbed the bag, displayed in the above photo after it was relieved of its contents.
"It" took me but two days. Did the British invent gluttony?