Jelly Belly President Bob Simpson showed us the portraits of Ronald and Nancy Reagan made out of jelly beans. He showed us how to mix and match beans to create even more flavors than they already have — e.g., one coconut and one lemon equal lemon meringue. And he talked about flavors that never made it, like spaghetti sauce jelly beans.
On a darker note, he brought us to the area of the floor reserved for "Belly Flops," the sad, deformed jelly beans that will never make it to consumers. I felt terrible staring at the mutant beans, some bloated or scarred, others discolored or sickly pale. I tugged at Bob's sleeve. Maybe the "Belly Flops" could be rehabbed, I chirped. You know, melted and reshaped into beans people would welcome into their mouths!
Bob bowed his head and said nothing. He didn't need to.
At Harvard things got especially future-y … and personal. It was here that Professor David Edwards showed us his invention of inhalable chocolate, called Le Whif.
As someone who has never smoked pot (and my mother is Colombian!) I couldn't wait to take a hit of Le Whif. It just felt so illicit … for a person who's never been baked. I found it pretty darn satisfying. (In the video you'll hear former NY Times Dining Critic Frank Bruni's take on Le Whif after we toke up.)
If you any thoughts or speculations on the Future of Candy, let us know. Enjoy.
Watch this week's "Tomorrow Show."
I've never understood why the show's title doesn't have a question mark at the end. Even if it's a rhetorical question, it at least calls for an exclamation point, a la the 1970s series What's Happening!! (With all due respect to Raj and Rerun, I'm not sure that show deserved two exclamation points. The far superior Good Times didn't even have one.)
What Who Wants to Be A Millionaire really needs is an interrobang: a question mark followed by an exclamation point.
Anyway the cast includes a 2-year-old girl. While I was waiting to read for the director, three sets of blonde identical twin girls, all of them adorable, showed up. (The auditions were taking place behind a closed door just off the waiting area.) Each pair of toddlers was accompanied by her mother and at least one other person.
The first pair's entourage included the mother (we'll call her Mommy) and grandmother (we'll call her Grandma). The auditions were running behind but Mommy wasn't about to complain. Each time the casting director apologized for the delay, Mommy smiled tightly, as if to say "No problem! The girls love waiting. We only wish we'd been stuck overnight on that Continental jet on the tarmac in Minnesota. Hey, the family that waits together celebrates together!"
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