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“As members of the Agriculture committee, we have summoned the management of West Kenya this Thursday to shed more light on illegal sugar discovered in their warehouses in Webuye on Wednesday,” Wangwe said.

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!), before finally extracting what I was looking for. And what do you know? With the foreknowledge of what was coming, it didn’t taste all that bad. I mean, certainly no worse than any of the rest.

Founded in 1996, it started out as a blow-filling packaging firm, and later expanded to provide thermoforming services for the food and beverage manufacturing industry.

Earlier this month, Michigan became the latest US state to give recreational cannabis use the greenlight, while Canada is expected to welcome cannabis food and drink products next year. Outside of North America, the drug is gaining acceptance and support.

Lentils move through a sorting machine before packaging at the Timeless headquarters in Ulm. (Photo: TRIBUNE PHOTO/RION SANDERS)

This candy bar, which translates as ‘‘bird’s milk,’’ is made up of an airy, vanilla-foam filling covered in chocolate. The candy was inspired by the Polish confectioner Jan Wedel’s trip to France, where he discovered marshmallow. Wedel started making the treat at the family factory in 1936. After the invasion of Poland, the company was forced to produce chocolate for the Germans, and Wedel was sent to the Nazi camp in Pruszkow. He survived the war, but the E. Wedel company was nationalized by the Communists and run by the government until 1989. It’s now owned by a Korean conglomerate, and there are flavors and versions for every holiday. In autumn, they are cafe latte and peanut butter.

I’m a cook and a writer. Practically all I do professionally, in either capacity, is describe the experience of preparing and eating food. Yet I’d left Kimmerle’s workshop befuddled. I tend to rely on metaphor — fireworks in my mouth! — and flowery, emotional language when describing how things taste. But sort of like my therapist does, Kimmerle, who was mentored by Fossum, had me set aside what I thought and narrow in on what I felt. The sensory practice became almost meditative, offering me an entirely new way to experience taste. I wanted to keep practicing.

African foods and ingredients from all over the continent are gaining notice, including fonio (West); nitter kbeh (East); ras el hanout (North); and biltong (South). 

"I want to be very clear Mr Chairman in the samples we have tested there is no Mercury that has been detected," he said.

If the holidays are a time for saints, not sinners, deep down I always felt you could find a bit of both in Uncle Jim. He spent most of his life in the cathedral of a northern forest and I suppose you can't get much closer to God than that.

The Treasury lifted the import restrictions on sugar in May last year to alleviate a crippling shortage before the August election.Importing duty-free sugar would only have been illegal if it was not fit for human consumption.

It turns out I love sugar best when it’s thrown into stark relief by acidity, which perhaps makes sense. I wasn’t allowed much candy as a kid, but I did eat a lot of lavashak, the relentlessly sour fruit leather my grandmother made from plums in Iran each summer and smuggled to us in California. Pulparindo bears a striking resemblance to it. So does my absolute favorite candy, which is any sort of Haribo sour gummy — it’s what I invariably sneak into every movie theater and ballgame. I love biting through the crunchy coating of sugar and citric acid on the way to the gummy center. I love the almost punishing wave of sourness that lingers for a second too long on my tongue. I love the silly shapes, colors and names, like Sour S’ghetti and Fizzy Cola. I love that, unlike every other part of my food-related work, there’s nothing local, seasonal or organic about these candies. It doesn’t have to mean anything. There’s nothing but fun.