Sorry, Americans. You already knew that. We can argue the semantics of whether a ranch and a range are sort of the same thing, but I of course, am way out of my depth on that one. I guess a ranger is employed by the government? (You all know I'm picturing Yogi Bear) and a rancher is probably a private citizen with a big hat and a hoss.
I'll tell you this though - both'll probably point a gun at you if you end up in the wrong place at the wrong time.
To counterbalance the debate about whether they're jolly ranchers or rangers...and how they're 'jolly' when you're eating them, I have no idea... I also tried a thing called a 'Tootsie Roll'.
A 'Tootsie Roll' - yes. Not a hillside adventure with Dustin Hoffman in drag. No, not a sandwich filled with baby toes, or an indiscretion with a bloated drummer and a snare drum, but a sweet! A tiny, wrapped-up sweet.
They are peculiar - they sort of taste like caramel, licquorice, chocolate and sugar, twisted up in a thin paper like a Werther's Original. It was a bit like eating a sugar-coated soap. Without the sweetness, anyone in their right mind would have politely discarded it twixt paper and lip.
But I'm not in my right mind. I've been eating Jolly Range Rancher Rangers all afternoon from this pic-a-nic basket. Isn't that right, Boo Boo?
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