Rebanaditas (Mexican candy)

I know I said I was going to stop eating Mexican candy a few posts ago, but I didn’t know someone was going to bring a piñata to my house filled with candy. I felt obligated once the donkey innards exploded all over my living room floor.

I was surprised to see chicken-flavored suckers in the pile, and I left those alone. Especially since I have a bag of them from a prank I played a few years ago. They’re not getting eaten at my house, so we sent them home with someone who has children. Maybe those chicken suckers will cure them of candy forever. (yes, they ARE shaped like little roasted whole chickens and yes they DO taste like chicken – freakshow)


I picked up something called Rabanaditas. The picture looks like watermelon on a stick. What could be bad with that, right? Surely nothing!


Well, you would be wrong. It looked like the thing was wearing a furry little brown coat. It certainly couldn’t be dirt, even though that’s what it looked like. It isn’t dirt, my friends. It’s chili powder. Mmmmmmmm, nothing says hot luchadore kick in the face like covering a sub-standard watermelon Jolly Rancher with a thick coat of chili powder. People’s faces were on fire after they took one lick of this thing. I’m convinced this is the worst thing you can do to someone who lives in Minnesota – they have very wussy spice palettes here. This candy is like Minnesotan Kryptonite. It’s painfully hot, even though you really want to get to the middle where the awful taste of a bad watermelon-flavored hard candy resides. It isn’t even worth powering through. It wasn’t too hot for me, but it was definitely spicy.


This confirms my fact that Mexican candy is borderline (no pun intended) child abuse. They REALLY don’t want their children eating candy. I applaud the entire culture for going to this extreme to stop diabetes around the world, but there has to be a better tasting way to do this.

The upside to this entire event is that there was no tamarind in this candy. I can’t wait for people to come over to my house and dip into the ole’ candy dish… (insert evil laugh here…)