And do you know there are recipes online?
It’s all sugar, butter and condensed milk. And more sugar.
And a bit more.
I don’t need to know how much tooth-rotting gunk is in there. I just need it in a bowl next to me.
Should I go on an international book tour and make mad-money, the first thing I’ll do is invest in some new teeth. If only to cope with all the liquorice I’ll be able to live on.