Posts tagged ‘Swedish Fish’

July 16, 2015

One fish, two fish, red fish, delish fish

by Janie Jones

We celebrated Christmas in July last week on my vacation as I didn’t get to see the spud for the holiday proper.  I got, can you guess?  Swedish Fish!  30.4 ounces of Swedish Fish, to be exact.

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And, they are the full rainbow of colors, as proper Swedish Fish should be, not just the red ones that some cheap packages sell.  I’m not sure why, but there does seem to be a preponderance of the red fish, however.  Also curious is that they are mini fish, not full size.

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Hmm.  I guess that means I can eat twice as many because they are half the size.

March 19, 2012

Damn you Swedish Fish and the sticky sugary goodness you leave behind

by Janie Jones

*Sigh*  I just have been to the dentist.  Apparently the stress fractures I have on my teeth at my gum line as a symbol of my many youthful years of jaw clenching in response to stress have become something he “can’t like.”  The 4 teeth sporting said fractures had been stable for the past 15 years or so.  Now, 3 of them have developed cavities and need $92 worth of fixing.  Thank goodness for insurance which covers the remaining 75%.

First it was my arthritis in my neck and upper back.  Then my tumor.  Now my teeth.  Geesh! I’m not that old, but apparently a youth and adulthood of stress is beginning to exact it’s price.  Either that, or it must be the Swedish Fish.  I mean, I live a really vanilla life.  I never smoked, almost never drink, and I’ve never been drunk.   Most nights of the week I get at least 7.5 hours of sleep and try to get 8.5 when ever possible.  I take my vitamins, when I remember, which is most the time, because if I forget for too many days I can tell that I begin to feel even more run down than usual.  I don’t exercise as much as I should, which is apparent in my Rubenesque physique, but I’m not superwoman after all and there are only so many hours in a day; what do I sacrifice for exercise time?  Sleep?  Food?  Showering?  Studying?  Attending class?  Doing housework?  Minding the spud does her homework?

So, when I say my worst vices are Pepsi (limited to an average of 1 can per day), two cups of tea per day with 3 teaspoons of sugar each, Swedish Fish (limited to six delectable little fishes per day when I have them, which really isn’t all the time) and one ice cream bar/sandwich/scoop or one tiny snack size candy for dessert 4-5 times a week, I really mean those are my  worst vices.

Okay, you caught me I have one more, I’m a worry wart with a heaping helping of perfectionist.  But I am trying to reform, honestly I am!

So, when the dentist gets on my case convinced that something particular has changed in my habits in just the last 6 months which has caused these 3 cavities then gives me a look like he doesn’t believe me when I can’t think of any significant to change my habits except that I ate about 2 pounds of Swedish Fish between Thanksgiving and February, I get a little miffed.  I mean it.  I am not aware of doing anything new and unusual apart from those fish.  And, in the 4 years I’ve been seeing this dentist, I’ve only had one other cavity in a traditional area.  It was really tiny and that was after having not had dental insurance in almost 3 years and having not seen a dentist in all that time.  Now, three cavities on three damaged teeth all with the same problem all at the same time.  Hmmm.  I admit is is weird, but I don’t think it’s that weird, I mean the teeth were already damaged. Mouth bacteria shit happens, cavities form.  Get off my case dude and get over it.  I’m not a spring chicken.  You’re not the one who has to cut back on your Swedish Fish and sugary drink vices and you’re not the one paying for the repair.

*Sigh*  He’s a really good dentist, though.  Unfortunately he just he also seems to think he knows you better than yourself.  Every time we go to the dentist for the spud he grills me about her sucking her thumb.  While she did use a pacifier until age 3 and a half, I have never seen her or any other evidence to support his belief that she has/is still sucking her thumb, finger or any appendage, toy or bedding.  He also hasn’t seen pictures of her grandmother.  It’s got to be genetic.

Unluckily for me, I have no such convenient excuse.  Bad Janie!  No more fish for you!

The Lament of the Fish Swedish

Oh Swedish Fish,

You tasty dish

You rot my teeth

And the gum beneath

Oh, you I’ll mish

Yeah, well, happy Monday to you and the fish you rode in on.

February 5, 2012

No rest for the wicked-please pass the fish heads…

by Janie Jones

A very happy Sunday to all my blog friends.

Yesterday was a very busy day at the Jones household.  It was shopping day.  About every 3 months or so we do the uber-stock-up shop and then for the next several months we can slack off a bit only needing to buy perishables.  While it can be a bit of a hassle, we drove into the big city to shop at some “real” stores and visited with a friend afterward so it’s not all misery and drudgery.  The consequence of said shopping excursion is not only a nice fat larder, but I enjoyed myself a bit too much, got home way late and did no homework yesterday.

So, today, instead of having fun blogging about all the fun I had yesterday I have to do a lot of homework and help the spud with her homework.  However, it’s not all bad news for Janie today.  After just lamenting my lack of Swedish Fish, I was able to procure the multi-flavored fish at the monster grocery store in the Big City.  SCORE!!!  Now, with a ginormous bag of fish at my side, that homework doesn’t seem so bad.


February 3, 2012

Things Janie Loves: Fish heads, eat them up yum!

by Janie Jones

I can’t exactly remember the first time I ever had Swedish Fish candy.  I just remember loving them for as far back as I can remember.  Used to be, when I lived outside Chicago, that I could find them in every shopping mall candy store.  You know the kind of places, with big plastic flap bins and gigantic metal scoops and you dug out your own bulk candy.

I liked green the best, then orange then red and then yellow.  So, I’d try to dig out the most green fish I could and leave as many yellow behind in the bin as I possible.

They always seem to taste best when they’re warm and soft, so in the winter, or in buildings with first rate Air Conditioning, I’d put one in each hand until they softened, then while working on one, I could warm the next in the free palm so there was always a supply of properly softened fish.

And, naturally, you have to eat the heads off first.

Now a days, in the great white north, seems like the only place you can find Swedish Fish candy is in those tiny movie theater candy style boxes at Walmarz or Walgreens and apparently only in the red color/flavor.  At Christmastime this past year Target had them in “stocking stuffer” packs of mini fish with red and green.  However, something is just not the same in the pint sized version. I know.  I ate my way through two boxes, hoping with each puny fish to recapture a hint of that addictive deliciousness I find in the full size version, but to no avail.

The Ikea down in the Metropolis sells the red ones in fairly decent sized bags, and I stocked up on 2 or 3 when we visited over the holidays.  However, I must now lament having eaten through my entire stash.  And find myself fishless.

*Sigh*  What I wouldn’t give for a green Swedish Fish right now.  I love those things.