SAVE the WHALES
"Call me Ishmael."
Ooops, wrong whales.
It would appear it is too late to save the ju jube blue whale, once so abundant in the warm, protected waters (saliva, really) of childhood cake holes across this mighty land.
[Canada doesn't figure too prominently in the history of whaling, although whales are still legally hunted in our far north. The first historical evidence gives (stone age) Koreans the distinction of being the first known killers of whales -- there's a carving depicting whale hunting found in South Korea that dates to 6000 BCE. The New England States, of course, have a rich history of chasing the behemoths around the Globe until kerosene ignited lamps instead of whale grease, of and of course, when most all the whales were kaput anyway. Japan--as with Canada's stance on northern whales and the Inuit--continues to suggest it's a cultural right to (eat) hunt whales and is the modern standard bearer of hunting the big mammals to extinction in the name of not insulting a people based on what their relatives have done for a long time. The same sort of sound cultural argument that perpetuates female circumcision in parts of Africa and gun ownership in Florida.]
But I digress. The true ju jube blue whale seems lost to us. Gone with nary a whaling commission peep.
Anyone who surfs candy stores, especially those outlets that stock the more nostalgic sugar vehicles, knows that where once in between the mojos and sponge toffee or next to the red hot lips or candied peanuts would be blue whales.
Well, while technically it seems candy whales of ocean blue still exist, the original true blue whale (and with it its original taste) seem to ply the oceans of candy stores no longer. Instead, now there is a novelty (read cute) shaped whale (still blue) at about a third of the size and without the near gummy stretch of the original. The new sugar rendition of the mighty baleen also imparts (bleeds, really) it's distinct, darker blue to one's lips and teeth -- as if mimicking the hypothermic chill of one's own blood that arises with one's realization the great blue whale is extinct and will never know the gentle harpooning of one's tongue again...
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The photo is of the result of the not completely satisfying attempt to offer contemporary candyists a replacement for the ju jube blue whale. If anyone visits a real candy store (most now seemingly gobbled up by a couple of big chain stores) please do search for the original blue whale. There used to be a great candy store on the main drag in Banff, Alberta that would surely have the originals if they were still being squeezed out of a candy maker somewhere...
Ooops, wrong whales.
It would appear it is too late to save the ju jube blue whale, once so abundant in the warm, protected waters (saliva, really) of childhood cake holes across this mighty land.
[Canada doesn't figure too prominently in the history of whaling, although whales are still legally hunted in our far north. The first historical evidence gives (stone age) Koreans the distinction of being the first known killers of whales -- there's a carving depicting whale hunting found in South Korea that dates to 6000 BCE. The New England States, of course, have a rich history of chasing the behemoths around the Globe until kerosene ignited lamps instead of whale grease, of and of course, when most all the whales were kaput anyway. Japan--as with Canada's stance on northern whales and the Inuit--continues to suggest it's a cultural right to (eat) hunt whales and is the modern standard bearer of hunting the big mammals to extinction in the name of not insulting a people based on what their relatives have done for a long time. The same sort of sound cultural argument that perpetuates female circumcision in parts of Africa and gun ownership in Florida.]
But I digress. The true ju jube blue whale seems lost to us. Gone with nary a whaling commission peep.
Anyone who surfs candy stores, especially those outlets that stock the more nostalgic sugar vehicles, knows that where once in between the mojos and sponge toffee or next to the red hot lips or candied peanuts would be blue whales.
Well, while technically it seems candy whales of ocean blue still exist, the original true blue whale (and with it its original taste) seem to ply the oceans of candy stores no longer. Instead, now there is a novelty (read cute) shaped whale (still blue) at about a third of the size and without the near gummy stretch of the original. The new sugar rendition of the mighty baleen also imparts (bleeds, really) it's distinct, darker blue to one's lips and teeth -- as if mimicking the hypothermic chill of one's own blood that arises with one's realization the great blue whale is extinct and will never know the gentle harpooning of one's tongue again...
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The photo is of the result of the not completely satisfying attempt to offer contemporary candyists a replacement for the ju jube blue whale. If anyone visits a real candy store (most now seemingly gobbled up by a couple of big chain stores) please do search for the original blue whale. There used to be a great candy store on the main drag in Banff, Alberta that would surely have the originals if they were still being squeezed out of a candy maker somewhere...
posted by Heipel at
9:02 AM
3 Comments:
I have seen blue whales in the specialty candy store near work. How big are the orginals? These are about 4 cm.
I'm a connoisseur of a fine potato chip myself. :)
Last weekend, I went to the cinema, and the fella and I made ourselves sick with pick'n'mix. I really did try to keep the bag light (so easy to leave those banks of candy -- which I don't even like -- with a bag that could be used to shore up a New Orlean levee).
One of the heftier bits of hoof and sugar I bought, though, was a big dolphin that flopped around like a blue jelly dildo.
Now, if eating whales is iffy, what about dolphins?
i don't know what real "blue whale" candy is...
anyway i loved that taste and love that candy store where we were....ha..
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