just don’t like the chew
Of all the mouth feels, I don’t like chewy.
I know… your neck probably hurt from the “what?! what’s he talking about?” experience. OK, so my friend Jonathan (not that Jonathan, this other one) is explaining Mexican candies and how he doesn’t like crystallized pumpkin. He also shows me (in this restaurant window) those molasses chip things, some macaroons and some coconut bars. He says they’re really good but I already know I hate them. Because they look chewy.
I like crisp. I like crunchy. I like smooth. And I like chunky. I just don’t like chewy. So… no caramels, no nougat, no candied apples, no molasses, no anything that sticks to you teeth. It’s just gross. I don’t even like Power Bars because they’re chewy.
This also means I don’t like Snickers Bars, Abba Zabbas, taffy, marshmallows, or beef jerky. Life is too short for ruminating.