For sure pitch it! I could also see it being a Food Network or History channel episode. When I was in the process of quitting smoking in 2006 the worst part was not having a cigarette in my hand while I was driving. A tip that was given to me that I ended up relying on was both Tea Tree oil and cinnamon flavored toothpicks. Sometimes the urge was so strong that I would just chomp down on the toothpicks. So much so that I would end up with little shards in my mouth that I would have to either spit or carefully pinch out of my mouth and throw out.
Later, I became an "evangelist" for the toothpicks and I have sent them off to several people from different states when I found out that they were trying to quit.
This cinnamon candy tale took me down Memory Lane. My dad was all about Dentyne, chewed it with gusto, with his front teeth, no less. I could only manage those pink slabs once my tongue stopped tingling. But I couldn't handle Red Hots. The first (and last) time I ate a whole box, my lips swelled to duck-beak proportions. This was during my Boomer childhood, so who knows what chemicals were in them back then. And yes, you should pitch this!
Thank you for the nostalgia trip. I like this piece. I’m a sucker for personal interest stories, so when you mentioned the green cornflake Christmas wreaths, it made me smile (oh yeah, I remember those from Cub Scouts). I was never allowed to have Hot Pix because toothpicks were verboten. My family thought that toothpicks were ‘nasty’, but somehow not flossing or brushing your teeth was OK. :-)
For sure pitch it! I could also see it being a Food Network or History channel episode. When I was in the process of quitting smoking in 2006 the worst part was not having a cigarette in my hand while I was driving. A tip that was given to me that I ended up relying on was both Tea Tree oil and cinnamon flavored toothpicks. Sometimes the urge was so strong that I would just chomp down on the toothpicks. So much so that I would end up with little shards in my mouth that I would have to either spit or carefully pinch out of my mouth and throw out.
Later, I became an "evangelist" for the toothpicks and I have sent them off to several people from different states when I found out that they were trying to quit.
Good memories! I want those wreaths now!
This cinnamon candy tale took me down Memory Lane. My dad was all about Dentyne, chewed it with gusto, with his front teeth, no less. I could only manage those pink slabs once my tongue stopped tingling. But I couldn't handle Red Hots. The first (and last) time I ate a whole box, my lips swelled to duck-beak proportions. This was during my Boomer childhood, so who knows what chemicals were in them back then. And yes, you should pitch this!
Thank you for the nostalgia trip. I like this piece. I’m a sucker for personal interest stories, so when you mentioned the green cornflake Christmas wreaths, it made me smile (oh yeah, I remember those from Cub Scouts). I was never allowed to have Hot Pix because toothpicks were verboten. My family thought that toothpicks were ‘nasty’, but somehow not flossing or brushing your teeth was OK. :-)