So I’m at the cash in IGA, the closest supermarket where I always shop. I’m waiting my turn, and as usual my eyes wander… to the candy counter next to me.
First thing I spot are these:
…which right away take me back, waaaayyy back – to 1954. The summer before I turned 9, I was a busy, clever girl. What was I doing? Well, with my fabulous 5¢-per-week allowance (occasionally subsidized with returns of pop bottles), I bought one of these chocolate treats every week. Oh, they were the small size, maybe about three inches long, but mmmm, so good. They looked like this inside:
You’re looking at peanuts, caramel, vanilla fudge and chocolate. Yes yes: pure sugar, okay? I know. I’ll talk about sugar in another post, but just for now, let’s enjoy these babies!
So here’s the thing. They each cost only 5¢, and what I would do is, every week, I’d put my purchase away. I’d stack ’em up in a small drawer in my bureau. No one knew they were in there but me. I’d add to them and add to them, never partaking of even one! It was, in a way, like a savings account, except instead of money, I was saving… chocolate bars.
Finally, when the drawer was about two-thirds full, I could stand the waiting no longer. I started to eat them… one per day. I’d take them to school for a snack at recess.
They lasted about a month. And do you know what? They were the most delicious five-cent chocolate bars I’ve ever had in my life, and furthermore, it felt as though they were free! (The fact that I had indeed paid for them was by now a distant memory!)
So I’m standing here in the IGA, eyeballing these bars, drooling a bit, when I notice – the price. Seventy-nine cents! They weren’t even bars! They were labelled “eggs.” Hmph, not even egg-shaped, I thought, feeling one of the small packages (in the familiar wrapper). This is an imposter, I decided. And 79¢ yet! I didn’t buy one.
But I might go back tomorrow…