Bean Boozled!

My friends, I have been bean boozled.  This shocking event happened just before Christmas while at the popular Barn Loft in Clarenville shopping for stocking stuffers.  A box of yummy Jelly Belly jellybeans lay before my eyes and I scooped them up. 

It wasn't until this past Saturday when I heard my husband snickering away that I realized I had been had.

I swear I didn't see the caution note which says:  "Contains weird and wild flavours."

Worse, I didn't look at the back which explains that you might pick up a white jellybean and it could taste like coconut or it might taste like baby wipes.  Or the yellow could be carmel corn or it could be moldy cheese.  Or the black one could be licorice or skunk spray. It gets worse.  And these people are a master at flavours.  I must admit to being somewhat relieved to see the small print "naturally and artificially flavored".  Wisely, I agreed to only have a white one, limiting my chances to coconut or baby wipes. It was baby wipes. But what's not to love about baby whites.  The flavours were spot on.

So what do you do when you discover this?  You break it out at a dinner party with people you've never met before of course.  Only the men signed on.  Luckily, no one threw up (that I know of).   I wonder if my guests will remember the creme brule I made, or the jelly beans tasting of skunk spray and barf that my husband generously offered?