The Licorice Advent Incident. Part Three.

As the end of the advent approaches, we again are in the repeat phase of the calendar. Much to our dismay, knowing the taste we're about to ingest was no prize for us. In these documented photographs, you will see our anxiety in the first part and our angst as we taste the black balls of evil.

Day Seventeen:

The flavors are no longer surprising, which leaves us indifferent, and unfulfilled. 

Day Eighteen:

However, we continued on with our journey. Luckily, my memory was terrible, so even though I  knew what was coming, I most likely forgot how horrible it would be.

Day Ninteen:

Streamlining efficiency, Nick and I learned we could document our tasting together.  As you can see,  we are none too pleased with raw licorice sticks.

Day Twenty:

Still not a complementary combination. 

Day Twenty-one:

Yet another familiar taste. If it's an acquired taste, it must take a lifetime. 

Day Twenty-two:

Once again, Our favorite of the lot. 

Day Tewenty-three:

Alas, a new flavor to break up the monotony of our repeat offenders. The tea was happily more of a chamomile, with a nauseous  licorice finish. The hard boiled licorice rocks, were disgusting. 

Day Twenty-four:

Our final task, a huge gross licorice rope. Yup, that's me taking it out of my mouth. 

Our greatest Christmas gift was no more licorice. It's more than we could've asked for. Despite the unpleasantness of the licorice itself, this gift of an advent calendar did give us the chance to spend some time together every day. Regardless if it was to share in something truly horrifying, and then laugh about it, or to reminisce of our life together and where it has taken us as a couple. We have the pleasure of knowing my dear Scandinavian friend. Despite the fact that my affinity for the Danes ends before licorice, I can't help but be excited for what our next encounter will gift us. To Denmark and beyond. With love.

Pam