Years and years ago, at least ten now, I experienced the most wondrous thing. On a visit to England, I had a go at some Wotsits, prawn cocktail flavor. Now, it sounded pretty gross, and I only tried them on a whim. Kind of like those booger-flavored Bertie Botts Beans.
But no. Gross was not to be, not with the old P.C. I couldn’t get enough. I tried the Walker’s P.C. crisps (they’re really potato chips, but I’ll call them crisps so as to not anger the gods of prawn cocktail). They, too, rocked my socks.
This was also the visit when I met the revered Crunchie Bar. The Crunchie holds a place of worship in my home. Their shiny gold labels adorn…well, ok, I saved a few of them, on a shelf in a closet. I like shiny things, but I’m not that much of a freak.
So it was with divine wonder that I opened a parcel from Philip, and it contained both Crunchies AND the idols that are bags of prawn-cocktail Skips. Now, I’d not had Skips before. They are these lovely little discs, each looks a bit like a sand dollar, actually, only about an inch in diameter. They’re made of corn or rice or something, and they positively melt in your mouth. The prawn-cocktail flavor is perfect for the amount of solid food you’re getting, and at only 89 calories (USAian kcal) per bag, MANG. I could go on a diet with these.
OK, not so with the Crunchies. Not diet food. But ah, so sublime. I eat my Crunchies in an unconventional way — first I crack off the chocolate coating with my teeth, as much as I can, and only then to I revel in dissolving the sweet, crunchy honeycomb on my tongue. Why they don’t sell these in the US I will never understand. They’re similar to the Aussies’ Violet Crumble…but better, I think.
So, with this first parcel, Philip has helped me to rekindle two old flames…ahhh, sweet, sweet junk food love.