Canada

You’d be surprised how simple it is to turn my frown upside down.

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In the 18 months I have lived in Canada full time, I believe Red Vines have been the No. 1 item requested from visitors of the States*. Please, bring me red vines!! I have looked for them constantly. It’s automatic now, I glance at the licorice sections of every store that carries candy. Without even thinking about it. I have never found them. Never.

Until today. If I had been in the middle of a conversation, I would have been rendered speechless. (I was alone, so I was already not utilizing speech.) I gasped. I stood there entranced. I picked up a bag and held it to my heart. I’ve always felt that London Drugs was a fairyland of miracles. (You can buy a MacBookPro there. At a DRUG STORE. It’s awesome.)

The best part? they rung up as American Vines.

“Oh HELL yeah!”

“I’m sorry?”

“Nothing. I’m fine. It’s just the vines…. from America…”

*I’m not sure what #2 is, possibly Pickapeppa Sauce, or stuff from Bath and Bodyworks. Or an entire Target store.

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12 thoughts on “You’d be surprised how simple it is to turn my frown upside down.

  1. Once in a while I’d send Oreos to a friend in England.
    When we were speaking on the phone, one day, she commented the local Tesco had started carrying them. When she finished her sentence I could hear her daughter yell, “Yes, but the ones you send from America are still the best.”

  2. #2 ingredient in red vines: Wheat. Red Vines hate me. You ever get a hankering and can’t find them I’ll ship ’em to ya.

  3. I remember finding doritos in Tokyo after being lost twice on their subway system.
    After the fear of forever being lost in Tokyo, our meal of doritos made us feel instantly better.

  4. arifa says:

    no, no, no! fellow commenters! please do not confuse red vines with twizzlers. red vines are nice, soft, sweet licorice whereas twizzelrs are hard pieces of a semi-digestible plastic substance that tastes like artificial food coloring.

  5. Mmmm…Pickapeppa Sauce! That stuff is goodness personified.
    When I lived in North Carolina a friend flew up to see me. Her carry-on bag was a collapsable cooler full of Country Pleasin’ sausage–made only in Mississippi. 🙂

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