Monday, June 18, 2007
Every night, after dinner and before brushing teeth, my kids line up at dad's knee.
It's time for Bertie Botts Roulette.
For those of you who don't know, Bertie Botts jellybeans are featured in Harry Potter books as jelly beans of EVERY flavor. Including earwax and sardine.
And the good candy makers at Jelly Bellies decided to capitalize on the HP franchise, and offer their own version of the candy.
I can't remember how Bertie Botts roulette started. I think my husband once dared a kid to eat a Bertie Botts bean without looking. And, of course if one kid has to do it, they ALL have to do it.
Game's simple. Like we used to chant in second grade: Open your mouth and close your eyes and you will get a big surprise. If a kid's lucky, the bean could be either cherry or popcorn. If not, vomit or pepper flavored.
You can tell how the jelly bean eating went by the facial expressions. This is why my nine year old wrote in her Father Day's card: "I love it when Daddy tortures me"
The Bertie Botts bean flavors are scarily accurate. Well, of those I've tried. Grass flavor surprisingly tastes like a blade of grass. The pepper makes me sneeze. Booger. . . I wouldn't know. My husband says, yes, tastes like the real thing. So does dirt.
I'm beginning to wonder about my husband's childhood.
However nasty the jelly bean is, my kids have one out. Sometimes, if I turn around, I'll hear a half-eaten bean hit the floor. Where it's promptly eaten by the dog.
Apparently, the vomit-flavored ones are the dog's favorite.
Posted by Dustbunnies at 5:15 PM