Sugar Rush

Last week, I took the kids to the Jelly belly Factory in Fairfield. We brought Ben with us because, well, he is our "brother from another mother." The second you walk in the door, your liver starts to create more insulin to handle all the sugar you are smelling. It's also an incredibly stimulating place. Every where you turn, you are looking at something brightly colored, large and candy-like. The kids had a blast. They wanted to eat jelly beans at 10:02 in the morning but I held to my guns and said, "You have to wait until the tour is over." That was an entire 12 minutes because during the tour, they give you samples.

Awesome, I know.

Apparently, they don't feel the need to share that with you when they give you the funny hat to wear during the tour. The tour, by the way, consists of a small walk through the factory and four television prompts that give you no detail whatsoever as to how the beans are actually made. I think the actual process is a trade secret because all I saw were conveyers and boxes. They do give you some important historical information....problem is I don't remember anything stated. Oh well.

So, after the tour, the samples, and some very interesting smells, we purchased our over-priced picture and fell prey to the very large gift shop and sample section. I did make the kids eat jelly bean shaped pizza BEFORE the barf, skunk, and baby wipe flavored jelly beans were consumed. After all, I am woman with priorities.

All in all, we were there for three hours and dropped a serious amount of cash on candy, souvenirs, etc. The pictures below were the only ones I managed to take. This is mostly due to the fact that I had to push Scotty in his stroller and consume jelly beans as I did so....a woman of priorities, people...a woman of priorities....