Well bless ma soul they’ve done it again. Just when I thought I’d experienced all that’s great and good about this darn world – someone comes along and slaps me right in the chops. This time though, the remarkable experience was not given to me by some long legged beautiful lady, or even a sommelier at some top dollar joint, this was sweetness in its purest form. Now I feel my eyes have been opened to a whole new meaning of Blackjack.
To you and me Blackjack is a game of strategy and skill. A thrilling game with endless possibilities but to a ten year old kid it has a whole other meaning. Blackjack means goodness, possibly bitterness and a certain competitor to the Fruit Salad. Some of you may not believe this but until the little kid who lives next door came a knocking last week I’d never even heard of the darn things. The little tyke came over with what he called a ‘peace offering’. He’s always kicking those darned soccer balls into my back yard. Anyway – he came over and said ‘hey mister, I’m sorry about all them balls, I heard you like Blackjack and cos me and my sister are only into Fruit Salads I thought I’d bring them round’.
Those sweets were the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me, and not only that but once I tried one I’d fallen in love. They took me right back to throwing back flaming Sambuca’s with the Sicilian’s while we played a mean old game of cards. Why anyone would want those Fruit Salads is beyond me.
