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Those Tasteless Finns



A couple of weeks ago I told you about my Finnish friend Ziva. She sent me a package of 3 different kinds of candy from her homeland as a gift. Well, Mrs D and I finally worked up the courage to try these little wonders. Hey, we like sweets just like the next person - sweets being the operative word. Alas, what Ziva sent me weren't sweet.

Ziva's house.

Now Ziva, who lives in a tiny little house in a quiet little Turku neighbourhood in Finland, went to a lot of trouble to buy these candies, package them up and ship them to me from Finland. I'm sure she has better things to spend her money on. It was so thoughtful of her the least I could do is eat what she sent me.

I knew we were in for a spot of trouble when I couldn't even open the packages. They were well sealed and I had to forage for a pair of scissors to get at the goodies.

Mrs D and I poured ourselves a glass of water each before we started so as to rinse our palette throughout our little taste test. Well that's what one does, doesn't one?

First up: Salmiakki. Blech. The consistency is like liquorice and I love liquorice but the taste was nowhere near the liquorice I'm used to eating. Turns out salmiakki means "salty liquorice" and salty it was. Wikipedia says the stuff has been referred to as tongue numbing and stinging. Mine still is.

Mrs D and I looked at each other, our eyes wide and then in unison we bolted for the kitchen sink.  After much retching and coughing - and water - we moved on to the package of Tyrkisk Peber, another liquorice candy. Aren't we brave? Except this one, in addition to salt contains pepper, hence the translation of Turkish Pepper. This is a hard candy that you suck on as opposed to chew. The verdict? It sucked all right. Retching, coughing, water. Oh my.

Finally, having lost control of all sensibility, not to mention our sense of taste, we tried the last candy...a little something called Leijona. Wikipedia describes this confection as a Finnish liquorice candy with tar flavouring. Excuse me? Tar flavouring? Bring on the retching, coughing and water!

These Finns have some pretty weird tastes. Or maybe no tastebuds at all after eating these so-called "candies". Hell, it's no wonder the Finns drink so much. It's to get rid of the taste of these damned salt, pepper and tar liquorice candies!

Now how can I show my appreciation to Ziva? What can I send her to return the favour? It has to be something distinctly Canadian. A real Canuck delicacy.

I could send her a pound of poutine.



No, it's best served hot and it'd cool off by the time it got there.

How about a box of maple syrup?



No, that might leak on the way over. Let's see.

Oh, I know.

Something sweet and chocolatey with a wrapper that has a picture of what I imagine Ziva looks like.

Super May West

A May West. A far cry from salt, pepper and tar!

Comments

Cheryl said…
Nice to see you took my suggestion seriously. Water? Pffffft.


I'm glad I don't live in Finland. Can you imagine how sad it must be to live in a one-flavor country?
nonamedufus said…
Mrs D and I tried one candy from each pack. Then we gave the candies to our friends to try. We haven't heard from them. Maybe they're not speaking to us any more.
Nicky said…
Did you think I was exaggerating in the video, Dufus? :-)
Nicky said…
It's funny, but after Mike and I tried them, the bags mysteriously disappeared...
nonamedufus said…
Different people have different tastes, Nicky. Won't buy that, eh? So how long before the tongue numbing cleared up?
nonamedufus said…
That's very odd, Nicky.
Way to be culturally sensitive there, pal. :P (Um, yeah, don't send the candy to me, though...I don't want to be accused of that either :))
nonamedufus said…
You were very sweet to send those candies to me, Ziva. Too bad the candies weren't.
Nicky said…
Ahm sthtill waithing... :-)
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P.J. said…
I can't stand pretty much anything licorice, so I give you major props. Dufus. Major props.
nonamedufus said…
But it's supposed to be sweet. Not salty or tasting like tar. This isn't something to fill your stomach. It's something to fill pot holes.

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