My very first food memory was when I was three or four. It was a warm day, and my mom had just picked me and my sister up from school, buckled us into the back of her dusty blue Ford Taurus. She was halfway到一半 out of the school parking lot when she pulled over to the side. She strangely reached for her purse that was resting on the dashboard, started fishing around for something until she found it. Then she twisted around to us, and she tore open a yellow paper bag of slightly轻微地 melted sugar babies.
She poured a few of the pellets into each of our tiny hands. Now, I want to be clear, this was not a normal mom thing. This was breaking several rules. It was after lunch, but before dinner. We were in the car. We hadn't done anything spectacular引人入胜的 to be celebrated. And sugar babies are, well, pure纯粹的 sugar. I was so confused. But I was a kid, so I took the candy and I started chewing.
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