Sunday, January 22, 2006
Ever since we read Candy Freak, which is a great book by Steve Almond that traces the origns of candy bars along with some localized confections that are still being made, we've been on the lookout for what used to be called a Marathon bar here in the US. The Marathon bar was a long thin bar of braided chocolate-coated caramel.
Anyway, the Marathon bar went the way of the dodo sometime in the early 80s, never to be seen again. We had reminisced fondly about this bar to each other and after reading the book, we found out that there is UK version called a Curly Wurly that is still in production. We've looked everywhere we could think of to find one, and we finally did on Saturday, at Harry's Market. A whole slew of weird Brit candies and confections on display and so I grabbed a couple and threw them in the cart. One for me, one for The Man.
You can guess the rest of the story from here...The Man ate both the Curly Wurlys. Both. He tried to explain that he really didn't get the logic that since there were two of them, that one was for him and one for me. He said that he honestly was just thinking of his own carnal desires for the Curly Wurly...sort of his caramel destiny if you will...and not the fact that I might want one. Caramel destiny...it boggles the mind the way that The Man's mind works. I've accused him of being related to the Horta from the old Star Trek...you know, the planet-eating machine that roams the galaxy gobbling up anything that gets in its path. Yep, that's him alright. And the poodles circle round, like mini-hortas, waiting for the right moment to strike and make off with your sandwich. Nothing is safe or sacred in this house...you have been warned.