Wiley Wallaby Huckleberry Soft Licorice
I grew up in Idaho and a family tradition when I was younger was to romp around the mountains in late July and pick enough huckleberries to fill an ice cream bucket so we could at least make a pie, some syrup, maybe some jam. I didn't much care for it as a little, little kid. I couldn't figure out why anyone would want to eat them straight off the bushes because 1) fresh fruits and 2) you never fill up your bucket that way. I may have been a picky eater and fresh fruits were not my cup of tea. Neither was a cup of tea, but I digress. But in my teenage years, I realized that even in Idaho, not everyone was as mountainsy as my family and that huckleberries were not only a part of family tradition, they were part of my identity. And so I began to live anything huckleberry. So when I saw these Australian licorice purporting to be huckleberry, I said ,"I'll be the judge of that!" And they took my money. I associate huckleberries with cool mountains. And I associate A...