Noah Webster gave two definitions for a smell-feast. The linnard is the last member of a group to finish their meal. An 18th-century dialect word from the southwest of England, traditionally the linnard would have their tardiness punished by being made to clean up afterwards. Tarnisher is an old Scots and Irish dialect word for a huge meal. The forenoon is the portion of the day between waking up in the morning and midday, which makes a forenoons a brunch or a light snack taken between breakfast and lunch.
A small snack eaten immediately after a meal, meanwhile, is a postpast , the opposite of which is an antepast , eaten as an appetizer or starter. The adjective speustic first appeared in a 17th century dictionary called Glossographia by the English lexicographer Thomas Blount. Derived from the verb assuage , meaning to ease or alleviate, swage is an old British dialect word that can be used to mean to take in food, to let your stomach settle, or, most importantly, "to relax after a good meal.
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The company also created an accompanying Spotify playlist featuring 29 space-related songs. Food Lists valentine. Subscribe to our Newsletter! BY Paul Anthony Jones. Gut-Gullie Gut has been used to mean the stomach or, originally, the abdomen and its contents since the Old English period, and is the root of a host of gluttonous words like gut-foundered , which means hungry to the point of near starvation; gut-head , a 17th century word for someone who appears dull and slow witted from overeating; and gut-gullie , an old Scots dialect verb meaning to overeat or eat greedily. Smell-Feast Noah Webster gave two definitions for a smell-feast.
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Raspberry Swirl Ice Cream. Strawberry Sherbet. Annala unscrewed the lid, instructed me to hold out my hand and tapped a modest pile into the center of my palm. Then he shrugged, apologetic. Not so aesthetic. I glanced around anxiously, feeling as though we should have maybe skulked off to a toilet stall before getting into this part of the interview.
The powder was extremely fine and looked like ground cumin. But then a friend heard about the article and ended up bringing some Dutch salty licorice — a gift from a Scandinavian ex-girlfriend — to a bar one afternoon, so I broke down and tried it. Having seen a series of YouTube videos involving non-salty-licorice-country children being tricked into eating salty licorice, I have to admit: I expected worse.
The Dutch candy, a coin-size black disc, had a mild saltiness that canceled out the licorice flavor, but just barely, leaving me feeling as if I were gnawing on a savory leather button. Quite strong stuff. Had I expected things to proceed more in the fashion of a genteel tasting at a Lexington whiskey distillery and less like, say, a scene from a William S.
Burroughs novel in which the characters ingest weird, made-up drugs? Yes, I had. I licked it. The salmiakki tasted as if someone had made a bouillon cube out of a briny licorice stock, then crushed it into a powder. My tongue immediately tingled. It was pungent, in a saltier-than-salt way that brought some heat. Across the table, Annala seemed lost in a reverie. Over the course of the next seven hours, at multiple locations, we consumed a considerable, perhaps unhealthful, amount of salmiakki.
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I tasted brittle black tokens strong enough to make my eyes water. Annala placed a mixed bag of loose salmiakki in the center of the table and tore down its sides so they looked like the petals of a giant flower, the pile of licorice now a teeming black bulb. Choosing a subtly flavored Swedish fish, Annala twisted it between his fingers, then took a bite and nodded approvingly. And the structure is very good and playful. But a reliable defender on the team. Annala tried one and determined that the belly was, in fact, marshmallow.
No one else does it. Tar candy! Finns add tar, derived in their country from wood rather than coal, to various foods as a smoky flavoring agent. He had pushed up the sleeves of his cardigan and was rooting around in the licorice pile. At a certain point, I hit a wall. When someone shook a couple of strong salmiakki mints into my hand, I popped only one of them, palming the second and slipping it into my shoe while pretending to scratch my ankle.
Someone brought up a move by the European Union to sharply curb the allowable per-gram amount of ammonium chloride in food, which would have effectively banned salmiakki and possibly triggered a Finnexit. A Finnish E. Annala invited the bureaucrat to the F. Fazer is the unofficial candy brand of Finland, the national equivalent of Hershey or Cadbury. His father, a Swiss immigrant, worked as a furrier, but Karl, the youngest son of eight children, always loved baking with his mother, and after an apprenticeship in St.
Petersburg, he opened a French-Russian confectionery shop in Helsinki in The country achieved independence from Russia five years earlier. The company remains in the hands of the Fazer family, with 15, employees worldwide. Fazer is also the largest producer of licorice in the country.
In , the company bought a British-Finnish biscuit-and-licorice company and released its signature line of sweet licorice the following year. Looking back, it is easy to say that we moved far too late. All these treats are made at the Fazer complex in Lappeenranta, two hours from Helsinki by train and about 16 miles from the Russian border. The factory is a century-old redbrick building with a series of modern additions, built along the shore of the largest lake in Finland.
It has employees and runs three to five shifts, depending on the candy needs of the nearest holiday. The factory was very much a typical factory in certain ways vast, noisy and more specifically a candy factory in others my shoes stuck to the floors from the sugar, and there was a pleasant, lingering odor of fruit more or less wherever I went. Stamping presses pounded candy shapes into sheets of starch powder; licorice or sugary fillings were squirted into molds; robot arms hoisted trays onto drying racks.
In one room, a lone human employee manually plucked misshapen candies from a conveyor belt, tossing them into a plastic hopper at his feet. I found myself hoping the belt would accidentally speed up and force him to begin gobbling candy, Lucy-and-Ethel-style. Hawaiian poke is no longer served solely on the Big Island; Detroit-style pizza has migrated well beyond Eight Mile Road.
Nashville hot chicken, East Harlem chopped-cheese sandwiches — we could go on. Why not salmiakki? We were eating bowls of salmon soup in the cafeteria of a different Fazer facility near Helsinki, a building whose curved glass walls and blond wood ceiling made it look like a U. He told me Fazer was planning to introduce a line of premium dark chocolate called Nordi in the United States next year and gave me a sneak preview of the bars.
The sleek packaging nodded toward chic, aspirational Scandinavian lifestyle trends, featuring scenes of Nordic splendor: pristine mountain rivers, the candied glow of smoke from a cozy sauna. I kept pushing on salmiakki.
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Secretly, I pictured a series of alternate sleeves for a Nordi brand of premium salty licorice, scenes that might reflect the darker side of Scandinavian culture, thus preparing potential buyers for what they might be getting into. A black-metal band burning down a church? Max von Sydow playing chess with Death? He shrugged. The worst licorice I tasted during my epic night with the Salmiakkikonklaavi turned out to be a candied heart.
It turned out to be the saltiest and most abrasive item on the menu, a flavor assault only heightened by the dissonance of the delivery mechanism. Reijo Laine, the founder of Namitupa, the producer of the hearts, had recommended that I make a present of the candy to my wife. That had struck me as a poor idea. But back home, as I struggled to account for the appeal of salmiakki , I thought, again, about sisu. Was the defining Finnish attribute really as noble as Hudson Strode made it out to be? What if, in fact, it merely represented a national tendency toward masochism, some understandable but aberrant quality born of endless winter nights that wound up manifesting itself in a fanatical love of saunas and Turkish Peppers?
To pathologize such a love felt narrow-minded, unfair. So maybe the answer hinged on flipping the question. Forget about the salty-licorice countries for a moment: Why does salmiakki feel like such a category error to the rest of us?
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And was the answer to that question right in front of my face? Could one of the secrets to Finnish happiness simply come down to not always expecting hearts to be sweet? Dumping the bag of licorice onto my desk, I began to dig around, pushing aside a Super Salmiakki lollipop, a packet of Dracula Piller salmiakki with a creepy vampire mascot , a box of peppered salmiakki pellets actually called Sisu!
And what do you know? I mean, certainly no worse than any of the rest. I resealed the bag of hearts and replaced them in the shopping bag. Like any good immigrant, I know on which bodega shelves to find the food portals to my childhood. But the one food item I cannot find in San Francisco is the candy of my childhood. I grew, as we say in Colombia, a punta de Bon Bon Bum. In much of Latin America, the phrase has become shorthand to describe a body type big butt and skinny legs , and all lollipops, no matter the brand, are known as bon bon bums.
Shakira has been known to carry a few Bon Bon Bums at all times in her purse. At the start, 20 workers were responsible for the production of four million lollipops per month. Today, in that same factory, workers produce more than 40 times as many. The first candy was a flat sucker made out of cane sugar and natural juices. My father liked them, but his absolute favorite was the caramel drop infused with Colombian coffee. For my older sister, Francis, the palm-sized plastic tray of chocolate-hazelnut and vanilla spreads was a necessity.
She spent half an hour with the tiny spatula, meticulously eating and selectively mixing the halved creams. For my little cousins, the powdery marshmallows that looked like soft, pastel corkscrews were the most fun. They waved them in front of us like fishing poles until we caved and took a bite. Colombina was born in the Cauca Valley, where the land is hot and humid. The air smells of sugar cane and pineapple, which grow abundantly in the region. The vision for Colombina came to the founder, Hernando Caicedo, in the s as he tended his small sugar-cane mill.
It was at this mill that the idea of candy with a tropical flair took hold. In just a few years, Caicedo rounded up the funds, readied a warehouse and traveled with a flat lollipop machine from the United States to the town of La Paila. The factory in La Paila has become perhaps the largest hard-candy plant in all of South America. Two thousand three hundred people work there, and it is not uncommon to find families where three generations have worked on the factory floor. Colombina provides day care for its workers, offers student scholarships and even holds a national soccer tournament where, this year, 34, young players had the chance to be scouted by the professional clubs.
When the company bids the old year goodbye, it does so in a nearby coliseum, with the help of a salsa brass band, a generous spread of nourishments and refreshments and much dancing and revelry. A look inside the Colombina plant shows how this old-fashioned corporate philosophy extends to the factory floor.
In part to keep more workers employed, many of the hard candies at Colombina are still mixed and prepared by hand. The large vats, where workers stir cane sugar until it boils and takes on a glowing amber color, date back to before Bon Bon Bums had been created, as do the iron caldrons where the fruit extracts and amber sugar combine into highly pigmented neon globs.
Workers in white aprons and brick-red rubber gloves hand-turn the candy — called caramelo at this stage — with long rods in order to cool them. The neon goo will be used to make Bon Bon Bums and Fruticas, candy drops sometimes shaped like hearts and lemons. Machines — a mix of old and new — take over once the caramelo has set. One of the new machines might churn out small armies of bright red gummy bears, injecting them with candied syrups and bathing them in hot chocolate that will dry into a soft shell in seconds. This is the process for the Grissly ChocoSplash, a favorite among the workers on the factory floor.
But even the old machines keeps precise, hypnotic movements, spitting out strings of molded candy at regular intervals. The candy fresh from one set of machines will then travel down moving belts, awaiting hand inspection. In gloves and protective glasses cinched over their hooded jumpsuits, workers add the final touches, discarding flawed specimens or steering the candies into the best position on the belt, almost ready to be packaged. It had been 10 years since I last had a Bon Bon Bum.
When I turned 24, I deemed I was too old for them. Recently, the hankering returned, and I deemed I was old enough to have them again. I scanned the bodega shelves in San Francisco one more time before placing an order online. We all have our rituals for consuming candy, but I had forgotten what ceremonies I performed when consuming a Bon Bon Bum. Soon my mouth became full of familiars — the sweet and tart making my tongue surge, the accidental clack of the hard candy against the back of my teeth. I remembered that I used to try to make the orb perfectly round, sucking selectively, taking the Bon Bon Bum out to check my progress.
I continued the old task, until the very first champagne-pink edges of the gum broke through the surface. Then, the sensation jolted childhood memories from me I did not know I still possessed. The ruby globe shrank and shrank until all that was left was the heart of gum. This was the metronome of our childhood. Once the Bon Bon Bum was gone, we ironed out the wrapper, and I held onto one end and Francis held onto the other. We would make a wish, then pull. Whoever got the longer wrapper got the wish. I wished for peace on earth, the survival of all whales, my first kiss.
My first kiss came at night in the middle of the street.
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It was bookended by my taking a Bon Bon Bum out of my mouth and putting it back in. At slow hours, I held my Bon Bon Bum to the sun, watching the translucent red planet glow from within. There were air bubbles trapped inside, in the dazzling undersurface of the lollipop, which itself was striated like the radial veins of a banana leaf.
Nona pushed against the balled-up masa in her kitchen, and I on the floor used the slow and steady force of my tongue to eat away at the candy. He would stand with his rifle at the edge of the jungle and fire just once up at the sky toward the palm trees, just as my grandfather used to do. And then, in the startled silence after the shot, I would unwrap another Bon Bon Bum. Christopher Payne is a photographer who specializes in architecture and American industry.
Please upgrade your browser. Site Navigation Site Mobile Navigation. Kit Kats begin their lives as large sheets of wafer, which are sandwiched with cream and cut into small fingers. Here, the individual segments are being coated at the factory in Kasumigaura. Kit Kat flavors including plum wine, purple sweet potato and Shinshu apple at a Don Quijote megastore in Tokyo. Tomoko Ohashi making green-tea and strawberry Kit Kats in the Kasumigaura test kitchen.
Chocolate being poured over the wafers in molds. Wafers in production at the factory. An assortment of Kit Kat flavors found in Japan, including sake. Tomoko Ohashi making green-tea and strawberry Kit Kats in the test kitchen. Left: Shingen mochi produced by Kikyouya. Right: The new shingen-mochi-flavored Kit Kat. Read more. The Candy Issue. Illustration by Ori Toor.
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Sublime Peru. Shokolad Para Israel. Akuafo bar Ghana. There would be need of sisu to face what might come shortly. Finland ranked fifth worldwide in per capita candy consumption according to a study by the London-based market-research firm Euromonitor International. Strawberry flavored Bon Bon Bums being sorted in the hard-candy department. The company produces 16 flavors of the lollipop. Cherry-flavored Tiger Pops are removed from a press before being wrapped. The pan turns clockwise to mix the contents, and its speed will determine the texture produced. Workers placing bear-shaped gummies on a conveyor belt to be covered in chocolate, to create ChocoSplash.
Pouring of candy mixture from a kettle onto cooling table. The candy is called caramelo at this stage. After being cooked in large kettles, the caramelo is poured onto a table and hand-turned to cool and mix the flavors.