<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:00:43.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Candy.</title><subtitle type='html'>I like candy, and other stuff, but mostly candy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-5908040</id><published>2001-09-25T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-25T11:09:39.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geno (a.k.a. &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/barbaloot2000/" target="new"&gt;The Disenchanted Prince&lt;/a&gt; has been bullying me about not posting to this blog. I've become diabetic and am no longer posting to this site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-5908040?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/5908040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/5908040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2001_09_01_archive.html#5908040' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-2987905</id><published>2001-03-29T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-29T10:50:18.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www160.pair.com/minerva6/images/pocky.gif" width="110" height="191" border="0" hspace="5" vspace="5" align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's the battle of the stick cookie snacks.&lt;/b&gt; Glico introduced Mousse Pocky, which according to &lt;a href="http://www.jsnacks.com" target="_new"&gt;JSnacks&lt;/a&gt; is the "hottest selling item in Japan right now!" The site also reports that, "current consensus is that [Mousse Pocky] is MUCH better than Meiji Fran!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiji Fran is a new competing cookie snack, very much like Pocky. In comparison, JSnacks reports that Meiji is "thicker than standard Glico Pocky." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www160.pair.com/minerva6/images/fran.gif" width="132" height="150" border="0" hspace="5" vspace="5" align=right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't tried Meiji Fran, but Mousse Pocky _is_ thick (at least the chocolate variety). I felt like I was eating a chocolate hot dog. On an interesting note, at the time I checked JSnacks had 59 units of Mousse Pocky in stock, but its supply of Meiji Fran was _sold out_. Mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-2987905?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2987905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2987905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2987905' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-2974478</id><published>2001-03-28T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-28T13:10:45.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www160.pair.com/minerva6/images/mozartkugeln.jpg" width="140" height="139" border="0" align=left hspace="5" vspace="3"&gt;Ahh, nothing like a mouth-watering Mozartkugeln, a chocolate ball with hazelnut and marzipan filling made in Austria, to soothe an aching heart. Unfortunately, it doesn't placate the desire to kick his teeth in and break a few of his ribs. Thanks, Richard, for sharing anyway. (Go to a &lt;a href="http://sweetaustria.bizland.com/" target="_new"&gt;sweetaustria.bizland.com&lt;/a&gt; for more info.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-2974478?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2974478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2974478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2974478' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-2683770</id><published>2001-03-07T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-07T20:28:45.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taken from a fortune cookie: Artificial insemination is copulation without representation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-2683770?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2683770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2683770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2683770' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-2591085</id><published>2001-03-01T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-01T14:02:58.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www160.pair.com/minerva6/images/mens_pocky.jpg" border="0" height="205" width="154" align=left hspace=6 vspace=6&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you been nibbling your pink strawberry Pocky snacks in secret because you were afraid to appear too effeminate? Well, now you can chomp with manly vigor on dark chocolate Men's Pocky. Bryan, whose strapping, masculine hand holds the box in the picture, turned me on to this variety. I tried some myself, and I did feel my adam's apple becoming more prominent and my voice deepening. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-2591085?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2591085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2591085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2591085' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-2388357</id><published>2001-02-15T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-27T15:42:04.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to thank &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bryhill_lamf " target="_new"&gt;Bryan&lt;/a&gt;, of Qun-candy fame, for passing on the Japanese Snacks URL to me. Happy Bryan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-2388357?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2388357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2388357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2001_02_01_archive.html#2388357' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-2376793</id><published>2001-02-14T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-14T16:28:51.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oishii okashi (tasty snacks) galore! Check out &lt;a href="http://www.japanesesnacks.com" target="_new"&gt;JapaneseSnacks.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-2376793?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2376793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2376793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2001_02_01_archive.html#2376793' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-2376720</id><published>2001-02-14T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-14T16:19:37.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www160.pair.com/minerva6/images/tamarind.jpg" align="left" width="94" height="132" hspace="5" vspace="5" border="0"&gt;Tamarind, truly the fruit of the gods. The legume-like seeds look a lot like a bigger and hardened version of soy pods. Used in Southeast Asian, Caribbean, Indian, Mexican, and Filipino food. To the left is the Amira-brand Tamarind Candy from Thailand. Tart yet sweet--like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-2376720?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2376720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2376720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2001_02_01_archive.html#2376720' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-2376574</id><published>2001-02-14T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-14T16:14:16.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloated on Valentine's day chocolate. Bloated and alone I will stay for the rest of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-2376574?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2376574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2376574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2001_02_01_archive.html#2376574' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-2222020</id><published>2001-02-02T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-02T14:48:24.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Those Valentine conversation hearts are nasty tasting, yet I still keep eating them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-2222020?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2222020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2222020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2001_02_01_archive.html#2222020' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-2135670</id><published>2001-01-26T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-01T10:07:04.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www160.pair.com/minerva6/images/wrapper_sm.jpg" width="225" height="150" hspace="5" vspace="2" border="0" align=left&gt;My friend gave me a Japanese candy called Ko U Me, or Little Plum. This particular kind with the green wrapper is of the Ao Ume variety, or Green Plum. Each one has a little etiquette reminder printed on the back. Some examples include:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#149;Good posture is very important when wearing a yukata (summer kimono). Keep your back straight, and pull back your chin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#149;When drinking Japanese tea, place the teacup on the palm of your left hand to drink elegantly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the Green Plum candy wrappers display drawings of demure Japanese girls wearing kimonos. This particular one depicts what seems to be a girl giving her brother (or boyfriend!) a massage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-2135670?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2135670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/2135670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2001_01_01_archive.html#2135670' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-1933292</id><published>2001-01-11T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-11T11:24:56.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the dentist for a cleaning. He told me my gums were inflamed, probably due to eating too much candy because I floss religiously. I'm bummed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-1933292?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/1933292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/1933292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2001_01_01_archive.html#1933292' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-1602045</id><published>2000-12-08T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-08T13:35:35.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand the human mating phenomenon. You're probably thinking, you're not the first, Woody Allen. Okay, then I'd like to reiterate, along with millions of other people, my perplexity. If anything, I see our innate desire for a mate as an onerous, biological curse. I feel like an alien dropped in to the human race and instilled with this need to find companionship, sex, and validation, but without the skills to do so. Wouldn't it be easier being a dog? Let me know what you think--&lt;a href="mailto:butohbabe@yahoo.com"&gt;butohBabe@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-1602045?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/1602045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/1602045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1602045' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-1384547</id><published>2000-11-16T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-01T10:00:54.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www160.pair.com/minerva6/images/linux_bar.jpg" border="0" align="left" hspace="6" vspace="6"&gt;My friend just came back from Comdex. In addition to a pair of Elvis sunglasses, she brought me an Appgen candy bar. As you can see from the pic, Appgen is "the leader in Linux accounting applications!" All I can say is, Mmm. Linux tastes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-1384547?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/1384547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/1384547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1384547' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-1377013</id><published>2000-11-15T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-01T10:00:26.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actual notes taken during my office's phone training class for our new phone system:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Call Forward&lt;/b&gt; forwards calls to your second line if you're on the first line, otherwise the caller will get a busy signal and you will miss your call. However, if you're on the second line, calls to this line will not be forwarded to your first line. Your caller will get a busy signal and you will miss your call.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Call Forward Busy&lt;/b&gt; forwards calls from your second line, if you're on it, to your first line. Both Call Forward and Call Forward Busy are not the default and must be set; otherwise, your caller will get a busy signal and you will miss your call.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Call Forward No Answer&lt;/b&gt; must be set if you wish calls from any of these lines to go to your voicemail; else, you will miss your call.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the general area of your phone and you hear a phone ringing that you think is yours, then you can pick up any phone and key your number in to pick up your call. However, if you hear several phones ringing, one of which could be yours, you can pick up your call at any phone, only if you key in your number at the same moment your call rings. If you hesitate and pick up the call not in the order it came in you might get someone else's call. Your call will go to your voicemail only if you have Call Forward No Answer set up; if not, your call will be continue ringing until the caller tires and hangs up, and you will miss your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-1377013?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/1377013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/1377013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1377013' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-1357809</id><published>2000-11-13T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-13T18:15:11.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ch-Chocolate c-covered ex-expresso b-beans. Whoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-1357809?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/1357809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/1357809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1357809' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-1357676</id><published>2000-11-13T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-13T18:02:01.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today was a blow-off day. Bryan and I took a two-hour lunch with Grace. We went to Chinatown for ph&amp;#244, which hit the spot because it was raining and chilly. Then I had the grand idea of getting tadpole drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grace mentioned that she goes to a place on Geary in the Sunset that has excellent tadpole drinks. So we were off. Bryan bought a coconut drink, and Grace got a milk-tea one at Double Rainbow. I went next door to Wonderful Foods Co., where they sell assorted dried and preserved sweets, and candies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bought candied ginger (hot and good for upset stomaches); preserved kumquats; and pickled mango. My mouth starts salivating as soon as I step into that place. Oh yes, how wonderful it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www160.pair.com/minerva6/images/bryan_qun.jpg" hspace="8" vspace="8" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bryan picked up his favorite candy du jour--a Japanese plum-flavored gummy candy call Qun. You can see for yourself how happy he is to have it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-1357676?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/1357676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/1357676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1357676' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270730.post-1271010</id><published>2000-11-04T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-11-04T18:27:14.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www160.pair.com/minerva6/images/litchee.jpg" vspace="8" hspace="5"&gt;I bought this litchi hard candy from Japan in NYC. For those who are not familiar with litchi, the flavor is like a more pungent grape. And there was no after taste--a definite plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270730-1271010?l=candyluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/1271010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270730/posts/default/1271010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyluv.blogspot.com/2000_11_01_archive.html#1271010' title=''/><author><name>butoh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09252993038091964205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
