We set the GPS for our destination and headed off for adventure.
Seriously. Jelly Belly Lane....how's that for an address? We had no problem finding the place---it's not exactly what you'd call nondescript. (And, no, it wasn't actually that gray today. I think my windshield may be in need of a vigorous scrubdown.)
Once inside, the kiddos were enthralled by the vast variety of goodies on offer---especially the Harry Potter treats.
|Bertie Botts' Every Flavored Beans! (Kosher!)|
|Chocolate Frogs! (Not kosher---bummer!)|
While we waited for the tour to begin, we browsed around --and took (polite, appropriate) advantage of the free samples.
And the photo booth.
The tour was so. darned. cool. There was a tram, first of all. Everything's better on a tram.
And, obviously, the mandatory paper-hat-wearing added to the overall experience.
And then---Peaches, are you listening?---there was the Jelly Belly Fine Art. Portraits, to be exact. Composed entirely of Jelly Bellies. Like so.
There was an Elvis, too. But, sadly, not a trace of Inigo Montoya.
Best of all, The Huz drove, freeing me up to make oodles of earrings in transit. (I do tend to multi-task, even while I drive, but I almost never pull out the pliers while I'm in the driver's seat. At least not on the highway...)
Eyes on the shop tomorrow, folks. Lots of new pretties headed in!