Notes on Food: Part IV

Dear hearts, I want to talk today about something that is very important to me. Something that has become integral to my way of life. A thing infinitely precious in all its incarnations, bringing joy to me at every appearance. Yes, you've guessed it, my friends. I'm talking about Twizzlers.

God, they are so good. I just really like Twizzlers.

Thing is, I just can't actually work out why I like Twizzlers. They claim to taste like either strawberry or cherry, but really they are only notionally like these things; all they truly taste of is vaguely sweet berry, and 'essence of Twizzler', something which does not appear in nature. Plus the texture is kind of rubbery, if I'm honest. Reminiscent of lino, one could say. And yet I just can't stop eating them! Especially in movie theatres I can eat an awful lot, and I don't seem to be able to stop myself. I might as well face it, they're going to be a fixture for life. I must bring back truckloads to England with me; I don't suppose they ever go off.

A couple of Twizzler notes: Red Vines, while they may appear to be exactly the same item, are rubbish. If it looks like Twizzlers, is packaged like Twizzlers, but says 'Red Vines', step away from the product. Jeez, they might have actual flavour, can't have that.
Secondly, I got the Rainbow Twizzlers once for curiosity and Pride reasons, but it was a mistake. They taste just awful, despite bravely trying a new flavour for each colour of the rainbow. Indigo was especially bad. I guess I don't like all incarnations of Twizzlers after all.