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Yay! Candy bars!


Boo, candy bars will cost more in future. Is there nothing they won’t blame on Brexit? Though, in this case, they probably have a point…our currency hasn’t entirely recovered from the shock yet.

One of the great pleasures of being a nimmigrant is getting to try new junk food. I think I’ve worked my way down most of the candy bars — the novel ones, anyway — and this is my favorite. It’s called a Picnic. It’s raisins, peanuts and cookie stuck together with caramel and coated in chocolate.

It’s got an awesome texture. Me, I’m all about the textures. (No marshmallow. NO MARSHMALLOW).

Wikipedia tells me they’re sold in Australia, parts of Canada, New Zealand, New York City, India, Ireland, Russia, Ukraine, South Africa and the United Kingdom. New York City? New York City!

The Australasian version doesn’t contain raisins. Go figure.

The slogan was “Deliciously Ugly” — which. I dunno. Aren’t all chocolate bars somewhat turdlike in appearance?

One of the downsides of being a nimmigrant is I get blamed for all things American. Snickers bars, apparently, have always been sold as Marathon bars in the UK. And now Mars, Inc is selling them as Snickers here. And everybody is sore at me.



Comment from Ric Fan
Time: March 6, 2017, 9:54 pm

One of my favorite photos:


We forget how important candy and toys are to children…and Stoaty. 🙂

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: March 6, 2017, 9:56 pm

So the Oz version is a Baby Ruth?

Comment from Gromulin
Time: March 6, 2017, 10:20 pm

Silly Limeys. Everyone knows that Marathon bars were those chocolate covered caramel bars, with a woven pattern…have not seen one in years.

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: March 6, 2017, 10:42 pm

I love putting Snicker bars in the freezer. 🙂

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: March 6, 2017, 11:09 pm

Marathons? I haven’t forgiven you lot for changing the beloved Opal Fruits to Starburst, yet!

And yes, Picnics are my fave, too… much in demand in the Mustelid household, they are.

Oh, and don’t anyone mention Kraft and Cadbury. Kraft’s treatment of Cadbury since it bought the company has done more damage to Anglo-American relations than anything since that incident with the tea….

Comment from Niña
Time: March 6, 2017, 11:46 pm

Oh, how I love marshmallow! And if I could get a picnic bar sans dried grapes, I’d probably like it.

I do, however, have some Snickers in the freezer, I might need to indulge with one tonight.

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: March 7, 2017, 12:01 am

Raisins are the devil’s fruit!

Comment from feynmangroupie
Time: March 7, 2017, 12:08 am

I like raisins. As long as they never come into contact with anything else edible.

Comment from Armybrat
Time: March 7, 2017, 12:23 am

Snickers bars are ok. I’m a butterfingers girl. And I’ll kill the first bastard that does anything to change those!

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: March 7, 2017, 1:56 am

Does no one like Heath toffee bars?

Oh! Do they ever have Sky Bars in Merry Old?
The bar consists of four milk chocolate sections each with an interior of caramel, vanilla, peanut or fudge.

Dame Stoaty, being a real “yankee” (New England standards where it’s not a curseword) have you ever had one?

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: March 7, 2017, 7:39 am

I love Heath toffee bars!

But, I’m old. Give me a KitKat with a cup of coffee and I’m in heaven.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 7, 2017, 8:38 am


Never heard of a Sky Bar.

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: March 7, 2017, 12:23 pm

I thought maybe they might have been in stores in Rhode Island back in the day since they’re made up the road in Masswahtuchetts 😉 .
Oddly enough you can get them nation wide in Cracker Barrel restaurants, but I guess they are (were) like Major Mudd and the Nervous 1, a New England weirdness (IBBY). They’re made, still, by NECCO, for those who are familiar with Necco Wafers.
I guess there aren’t enough NEW Englanders in Old England to warrant importing them across the pond.

Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: March 7, 2017, 1:08 pm

Never have cared for raisins. They look like . . . well, in deference to our esteemed hostess, I won’t say. But I don’t like ’em. (“I’ll think of the reason later –“)

When I was a kid I preferred Zero bars, the white (or white-ish) chocolate over nougat with almonds, or maybe it was peanuts. Nowadays my chocolate intake is a small square of very dark chocolate, say 70% cacao, after I have my chili-powdered and picante-sauced eggs with pepper. The sweet stuff kills the burning. Though these are very mild spices. Some chile from New Mexico, now, that’d really send the hot meter shooting up.

Comment from jic
Time: March 7, 2017, 4:25 pm

They stopped using the Marathon name 27 years ago, and you’re getting shit for it *now*?

Comment from dissent
Time: March 7, 2017, 6:47 pm


Too close to the term “knickers”?

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 7, 2017, 9:12 pm

Everyone I know is terribly, terrible old, jic.

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: March 8, 2017, 1:41 pm

Imagine we’re younger then 🙂

A bunch of Tolkien Elves who found your site and enjoy your humor.

Comment from bikeboy
Time: March 8, 2017, 9:19 pm

Okay, on the Weasel’s recommendation I just ordered 2 packages (12 bars) of Picnic. On Amazon! Reasonably priced at less than $1 per bar. And this time of year they should arrive intact. (I’d NOT order chocolate from 5000 miles away in the summer!)

When I was a kid, an OCCASIONAL treat was the little Callard & Bowser’s “toffee fingers” from the UK. They came in a package of a dozen or so, individually wrapped, maybe 3/4 inches wide and 2 inches long. SO TASTY! And in numerous flavors – my favorite were a butter-toffee thing, I believe with pecans, and licorice. I believe they went out of business.

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Time: March 22, 2017, 7:11 am

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