by smmmarti guide
May 7, 2002
No matter what your personal sentiment toward sweets, you’d understand my sense of affection if you visit either store. Stopping into the River Street store you will find caramel corn, taffy apples, homemade fudge, ice cream, pralines and truffles, jelly bellies, root beer barrels and every other assorted reminder of so many childhood pleasures packed into dozens of wooden barrels ready to be scooped up and placed on the scales. Buckets of fresh lemons soon to be fashioned into carnival style shake-ups threaten to balance out all their sugar laden counterparts with a tart slap of vitamin C. Old fashioned tubs of ice hold nostalgia in a bottle called Grape-ette, Mr. Pibb, or Nehi Sodas. Freshly popped popcorn comes roaring out of the kettles spilling its steaming, will-power bending scent out onto the pavement and luring in new customers with each exploding kernel.
My husband waited on the curb while I continued to spend a large amount of time just soaking it all in, fingering the nostalgic packages of Necco Wafers, Mary Janes, Banana Bikes, Slo-Pokes, JuJuBe‘s. At one point everything went blurry as I slipped further and further down memory lane until I thought I’d checked out on reality entirely and into a Candy Land game intstead. There, I awoke on a marshmallow cloud with a fistful of chocolate covered pecan pralines, a bag of vanilla caramels stuffed in my purse and a swig of Cream Soda dribbling down my cheek.
"What’s taking so long?" hubby‘s voice snapped me back to present day Savannah. "What‘re you buying?"
I looked down at my chocolate smeared fingers clutched around a red plastic basket laden with goodies and shrugged.
"Nothin’, just looking around..."
When he looked the other way I put it all back (except for the pralines and jelly bellies) after I heard that you can order online when no one is around to scold you!
From journal Savannah: Sweet and Low(down)country