A recent stroll down the confectionary aisle at the supermarket had me reminiscing on favourite chocolates from my youth.
The stagger down memory lane was triggered by the sight of a Nestle Aero bar. I can remember giving one of these to a friend when they first came on the market in Australia. Unfortunately he wasn’t home when Meredith and I tried to deliver it to him, so we left it tucked into the security door of his house on a hot summer’s day. By the time he got home, all the “bubbles of nothing” that are supposed to melt on your tongue had gathered at one end of the wrapper. Not good.
In my early twenties, I remember buying a Mars Bar and a can of Coke as a pick-me-up on Saturday mornings when I had to start work early. Hey, give me a break. I don’t drink coffee so I had to get some caffeine into my system somehow.
Kit-Kat, Bounty Bars, Mint Patties, Cadbury Furry Friends – not quite the “erotic chocolate box” that Meredith was 
promised in the back cover blurb of Lee Tulloch’s The Woman in the Lobby, but some fond memories nevertheless.
Do you have a favourite chocolate bar from your childhood or youth? Something that brings back memories of a simpler time when you didn’t know about nasty things like calories and cholesterol?
I always loved Freddo Frogs as a kid. Knowing they were my fave, this great guy I was dating in my late teens gave me 100 Freddo Frogs in a big gift box once. Married him
He still buys me a Freddo every now and then, for old time’s sake…
I love Cherry Mashes. They are chocalate balls with nuts on the outside and a cherry mash gooyee inside. I think they are made in the midwest, Missouri. They are yummy!
Bertie Beetles! How could you go past them?
I always loved flakes growing up. I think it was the ads – women in white dresses strolling through gardens. They seemed more grown up than other chocolate bars.
I currently have a box of fundraising chocolates to sell for netball. My husband keeps forgetting to take them to work with him, so they lurk there in the kitchen tempting me. There are cherry ripes in there – dammit!
I was always impressed by the Cherry Ripe ads where they pull back the wrapper and take a bite sideways so that the name is displayed for the camera. Who eats chocolate like that?
When I was a kid, we would catch the train from Hornsby to Gosford. Mum would buy a block of Cadbury’s Dairy Milk at the station, and give us one square at a time. We would suck it so gently to try to make it last.
There is always some Cadbury’s in our house, in the crisper, among the cabbage and carrots.