I love Parma Violets. My weird thought is: why does nobody like them just a little bit? They taste like soap, so why like them at all? And why love them? I don’t know the answer. But when I was pregnant with my second child, I loved nibbling on soap so perhaps that explains why I love these sweets.
So it seems that Parma Violets are the sort of sweets most people either love or hate. They are the sweets of little old ladies, and me.
I have a warning for all you lovers of Palma Violets out there. Be careful how widely you spread the knowledge of your love of these little purple sweets.
Because I love Parma Violets, the local haters of Palma Violets are very willing (and very kind to do so) to give me the packets of Palma Violets that they don’t want to eat. This is lovely, and very much appreciated. However, there is a limit to how many Palma Violets I can eat. One friend regularly gives me the giant kind, a few other friends give me the usual small-packet variety. Even though I love Palma Violets, I have an optimum speed of consumption of these sweets. per hour. I like to eat them, but I don’t like to binge on them. I have a bit of a pile of Palma Violets waiting to be consumed.
Don’t be mistaken though, I don’t want the palming off of Palma Violets to me to stop. It amuses me. I frequently come across half-eaten packets in the strangest of places around our house. This is a pleasant surprise.
So as they have a long shelf life, please do keep giving them to me! They will get eaten, eventually.