I bought a five-pound bag of Jolly Ranchers at BJs a few months ago. They mostly languished untouched in the pantry until one day Kelly packed them in my bag and I hauled them off to work. They’re now a big hit with the office, though even five people aren’t enough to put a dent in a five-pound bag of candy.
I remember walking over to Charlotte’s “The Little Store” on Park Road with my brothers and becoming transfixed by their open bins of Jolly Ranchers. We would stop there many afternoons to get the candy and joke with the guy behind the counter. Good times.
So, Gentle Reader, do you know where the Jolly Rancher gets its name? Bet you didn’t know they’re made in Canada now, eh?
Send some my way and I can put a big dent in the bag. That is until my mouth develops sores from too much.