I chose to wait for the right moment to enjoy my Nestle Munchies. A soak in an aromatic bubble bath, a candle lit room, a nice glass of wine, a good film…then open the Munchies. Yes, Munchies deserve that don’t they?
“So what did you think of the Munchies?” I asked my son sometime later. “Oh, they were okay I guess” he replied, “but I don’t think I’ll get them again.”
What!? A child of mine doesn’t like Munchies!? I immediately pulled out the family album to compare family features. Surely he must have been swapped at birth….?
Later that evening, my time had come. I opened up the Munchies, popped one in my mouth just waiting for that delicious Munchie Moment I remember from all those years ago…then…my mouth went motionless as I quickly checked that I had actually put a chocolate in my mouth and not some cardboard packaging. I tasted another and looked closely at my old favourites. To say I was disappointed is an understatement. Heck, I hadn’t felt this gutted since the Interflora van pulled up outside my house on my last birthday and the delivery guy walked down the next door neighbour’s path.
A pack of Munchies contains 12 individual chocolates. ‘Milk chocolate with soft caramel and crisp biscuit centre’ is the description on the packet. My argument = milk chocolate? Since when has milk chocolate tasted like dried out cardboard? Soft caramel? Ok, so you don’t loose a filling with the caramel but I doubt it would slowly drip the way only a good caramel can. Crisp biscuit? Fair enough, I won’t argue with this.
Maybe I had been unlucky enough to buy from a bad batch? With this possibility in mind I went out and bought six more packs from different shops. I did this because I am committed to my chocablogging duties.
Psst – while Dom isn’t looking…between you and me; it’s because I wasn’t ready to accept that my, yes *my* Munchies had changed.
I accept the deal about Wagon Wheels and Curly Wurlies. Yeah Yeah, it’s me that has grown and not the confectionary that has shrunk (well, maybe I accept this) BUT this isn’t merely about size, although size does matter (sorry guys), this is about the whole chocolate, the whole taste, the whole choccing thing.
The result of the whole nine yards, erm, packs of Munchies is that: I hadn’t bought a dud pack in the first place. Munchies are no longer the delicious little chocolates that made you wonder why they came in tubes and not in a fancy box. They are no longer the scrummy delight that would sway you into accepting a second date should your beau present you with a pack to munch during the film. They are now little more than a dry, bland imitation of my dear sweet chocamemories.
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