But they'll illustrate the point.
Candy hearts were the subject of a minor scandal here a couple of weeks ago as area retailers were accused of putting out aged stock.
Unlike whisky or wine, candy hearts age badly: Instead of soft and chewy, they become hard as rock.
I think Long Suffering Spouse got one of these bags by mistake.
She doesn't much care for candy hearts -- she's one of those people who actually likes what is good for her and almost always rejects what is bad -- which is merely another illustration of how opposites attract, I suppose, but I digress.
Anyway, she came home with a bag of large-size hearts for me.
I was suspicious when I opened the bag and looked at some of the messages:
You're the bee's knees
Dial my number
My other clue was that the hearts were in black and white, not color.
Of course, I ate them anyway.