My father ate black licorice constantly. Don't know if that's why I waited so long to finally try it. Guess I figured if he liked it, it must be bad. After all, these were the parents who introduced their children to vegetables in the form of canned peas and brussels sprouts. Ever see a canned pea? It's wrinkled and brownish-green. Army green, actually. They came off the stove and out of the pot at room temperature bordering on cold. And the brussels sprouts were just the most horrific things. They still are. Didn't they have frozen vegetables back then? Or ones covered in cheese? Couldn't my mom melt some beautiful cheddar cheese on a fresh piece of broccoli or a sweet carrot?
When I finally tried and enjoyed black licorice in my college years, I wanted to strangle them with it.