The Jelly Belly

"Intimate Food Experiences"

IT was a sleepy night at the restaurant, and I was passing the time by sneaking back into the kitchen and eating jelly beans. It was one of those fabulously fun Jelly Belly assortment boxes that seem to show up in work places around the holidays, with all sorts of non-candy tastes injected into them, and a fun illustrated key to go by. I felt like a lab rat trying the mad imaginings of a scientist. Caramel corn.... GO. The taste... chew, chew, chew...
         "Corn! It tastes like corn!!"
Moving on to the scientist ____+____= ____ key. Try these three flavors in conjunction, and... TIRAMISU. GO. The taste, chew, chew, chew...
         "Tiramisu!! This gooey muddle is Tiramisu!" And who would have thought a jelly bean marked A&W Cream Soda would have gotten you there.

At any rate, I was very busy at work, not working, studying this line of science, when a root beer Jelly went missing from my hands. Magic bean. Gone. I didn't think much of it and went on with my duties to complete the evening.
           "Run these salmon to 14."
           "OK."
And all was usual. Until I reached home and immediately began to change into comfortable clothes... Took my shirt off, ran my hands across my stomach, and felt a lump sticking out of my belly button. I immediately assumed, "removable belly-button piece, like an infant." I don't know why. Pulled it out... And found the missing Root Beer Jelly, that had been lodged in there the whole time since the vanishing bean, several hours at least. It had begun to melt. I wondered if this sugar suppository was what had kept me amped all night. Does that work with a belly button? Is this a potential new line of research, marsupial drugs? I luckily decided not eat it, as one may guess at a time like this, but threw it away heartily, and tried to get the sugar out. How it had managed to work it's way there through my white button-up shirt, I do not know. Magic.

This situation goes into the folder of: Intimate Food Experiences. Like the time when I fell asleep with chocolate bites in bed, and woke up-- covered in melted chocolate, hands, pillows, sheets... mimicking a moment of horror similar to the horse's head in The Godfather. Chocolate really looks scary in dull light, let me tell you. There was a scream and face of terror. I did, in that moment however, lick away some of the chocolate.
JELLY BELLY.