When I texted Sarah that picture yesterday, she said something about me having too much free time on my hands. I swear I don’t. It was, at the time, a mindless activity while I was downloading some photos.
Every time I grab a bag of jelly beans (Brach’s tiny jelly bird eggs only), I look in the little cellophane window to see what colors I see the most of. I know it sounds silly, because I rationalized that the bags probably settle a lot during shipping and I was sure the colors were evenly distributed.
I was wrong.
Over the weekend, Nick grabbed my current open bag of jelly beans and went rooting around for a red one, which happens to be my go-to color. Even though the bag was nearly full, there were no more red. He started to get on my case about eating them all, but I told him that there were only a few in the bag to begin with. While I may have looked like the cat who swallowed the canary, that’s when I got to wondering… exactly how many WERE there? I took two bags apart and divided them up based on their colors. The first bag:
Green – 6
Orange – 14
Black – 40
Yellow – 37
White – 40
Red – 9
Pink – 36
Purple – 71
Seventy-one purple! Compared to only 9 red. Crazy. And the second bag?
Green – 21
Orange – 10
Black – 68
Yellow – 19
White – 47
Red – 6
Pink – 71
Purple – 8
My dad likes the black ones, so he’s going to be pretty happy about those stats, but really? Again, with the red. What gives? And then to go from 71 purple to 8? And 36 pink to 71? My mom thought that maybe the red color was more expensive to run, but what about the all the other inconsistencies?
Brach’s is the only brand of jelly beans that we eat, but I wish they would get with the program and even up the colors a bit. Or sell more than just the black ones by themselves. But then again, for me, maybe it’s good that they don’t. I’m likely to rot my teeth out otherwise.
Some things in life just aren’t fair. And Brach’s bags of jelly beans is apparently right up there. Brach’s, what gives?
March 29, 2011, Photo #87
Every time he sees the picture of the Shamrock Shake, Nick asks for one, and I always say no. Tonight, on my way home from the gym, I stopped and got one for the kids to share. Neither of them had ever had one, nor any milkshake for that matter. They were excited beyond belief but lost interest about 25% of the way through. Love that.
*This post featuring massive quantities of jelly beans and a milk shake was not sponsored by our local dentist.