When I think of the ’70s, three things come to mind; Fondue sets, ABBA and After Eights. Back in the day, these were the height of luxury and sophistication. (Er… After Eight, I mean, not ABBA.)
As a child, I somehow believed the universe would end spectacularly if I ate an After Eight mint before 8pm. These days I eat them for breakfast, and as far as I know, the universe has not exploded yet. I’m guessing my parents lied to me to stop me eating their chocolate. They did that a lot.
After Eights are thin ‘after dinner’ chocolates with a mint flavour fondant centre. Each mint comes in a little black wax-paper envelope to make it look a bit more posh. And presumably to stop the chocolate melting and making the whole lot stick together.
As Simon pointed out in his review of After Eight Grand Marnier Straws, the words “Plain Chocolate” on the ingredients list with no indication of cocoa content don’t exactly inspire confidence in the quality.
But as after dinner mints go, they’re not bad. They’re quite refreshing and minty – although the peppermint flavour does somewhat overwhelm any chocolateyness.
They’re just not posh chocs any more. I’m quite sure that in this day and age nobody would serve After Eights at a serious dinner party any more than they’d serve Ferrero Rocher to an ambassador.
Luckily, I’m not planning any dinner parties, so I can quite happily scoff the whole box in private without fear of ruining my social status.