Nestlé Australia manufactures the Chokito chocolate bar which has been around for as long as I can remember (which at least stretches back to 1975 begging my mum to sew tartan on the bottom of my jeans in homage to the Bay City Rollers). It’s one of those classic bars that is sold everywhere from vending machines to newsagents and yet, unlike Kit-Kats and Mars bars, people are rarely spotted actually eating one.
I do, however, and thought it was high time to eat another in the name of explaining to those out there who have yet to do so.
A few of my friends find them extremely sickly because the inside caramel filling is gluggy and granular rather than flowing or chewy and has a strong taste of condensed milk about it.
That may not sound attractive, but it works. It must be something to do with the surrounding layer of rice crispies which is then coated in a thick, sweet layer of milk chocolate. I recommend that this be tried with a cup of coffee, hot tea or glass of iced cold milk to counteract (or complement, as is my view) the taste-bud tingling sugar rush. In fact, so sweet are they that it’s one of the few bars I wouldn’t be able to manage eating two of (that’s a sentence I never expected to write).
There’s a dark side to the Chokito though, and by that I don’t mean the type of chocolate: they are often used as joke props in acting circles. Aussie champions of the Chokito are also very quick to assert that the ‘poo in the pool’ scene in the late 1970s movie ‘Caddyshack’ starring Bill Murray and Rodney Dangerfield is a shameless copy of a much older Aussie tradition.
Rocky, an actor friend who has appeared in various Aussie movies, advertisements and on stage, tells me that it’s a tradition to ‘float a Chokito’ if there is a scene involving water. “There I was, trying to wash out the stains of murder on my hands as Macbeth – Out out damned spot – when lo and behold I find a naked Chokito fetchingly resting at the bottom of the basin. It took all of my concentration to refrain from turning around and saying, ‘Aw Dennis, I know it was you, you mongrel,’ and instead get on with the scene.”
…Perhaps that’s why I never catch anybody eating one!