Well, it sure feels like I haven’t written a review for a while. Oh right yeah, that’s because I haven’t! It has been nearly a whole month which is frankly disgraceful. And what a crazy month it has been- famous people dying, terrorism on U.S soil and…urgh…JLS splitting up? I’ve probably missed a whole load of other stuff too- I’ve been revising really quite intensely for my university final exams which are very soon. Hence the lack of reviews recently. In fact I wasn’t planning on writing any during my exam period, but this review is essentially a form of procrastination! So what am I reviewing exactly? Well it’s Ritter Sport’s Yogurt bar of course.
It’s the last review before Easter Sunday on well…Sunday, and therefore I thought it was time to review surely the most legendary Easter snack there is- Cadbury’s Creme Egg. I don’t think you’ll find a single person in Britain who doesn’t know what a Creme Egg is, and apparently they are fairly big in the States and getting bigger. Can you get them elsewhere in the world? Well I’d love to hear from any readers in other places who have come across the Creme Egg…I’d imagine that Australia, South Africa, Canada, New Zealand etc must have?
As many readers on this blog are likely to be ‘foodies’ in general, I guess most of you will have heard of the Masterchef TV series by now. It was first broadcast more than three decades ago in Britain, went off air again for a while before being revived in about 2004 or 2005. It’s effectively a cooking version of the X Factor I guess you could say. Open to everybody (which is part of the attraction of reality TV of course) amateurs can come and have a crack at preparing food for seriously intimidating people; first the regular judges and then (as the competition progresses) some of the most acclaimed chefs and food critics around. When I bought a gift box of Macarons from former contestant Tim Kinnaird’s shop in Norwich, England, I don’t think he was quite as intimidated by me as he probably was by somebody like Alain Ducasse!
It has finally happened. Frey sent me a ridiculously generous box of their products to review in the summer of last year, and I’ve racked up about 15 reviews since that package arrived from Switzerland. I thought it would be never-ending, and that every time I reached down into the box it would be like Mary Poppins’ handbag and another bar would appear. But alas not- today’s milk and Hazelnuts review is the last. Which, given how impressive most of their chocolate has been, is bad news. Sad face.
I haven’t eaten a Ritter Sport bar for absolutely yonks. They just don’t really seem to be available that much in the UK that I can see- I’ve only reviewed two on here before and I found them both in a train station of all places. Then Chris, the friendly owner of a website called Monster Sweets, got in touch and offered me the chance to sample a collection of their imported Ritter Sport range. It goes without saying that I jumped at the opportunity, and this is the first review of a few that I’l be doing. The Ritter Sport Caramel Nuts.
Ahhhhh, the classic Curly Wurly. ‘Back in the day’ when I was a little boy, Curly Wurlies were the most sought after bar going solely because of price. There was the Freddo and Chomp range available at 10p. And of course the full sized bars like Mars and Snickers- at 40p+, these were a luxury option rarely possible on a limited pocket money budget. But the Curly Wurlies cost about 20-25p, leaving you with a tough decision on how to spend your pennies. So screw you George Osborne- you don’t truly know what tough financial decision-making is.
A couple of months ago, I reviewed what I called ‘The Gobstopper Experience’. The Gobstopper is a company based in Northern England who specialise in retro sweets. They kindly contacted me to offer me the chance to experience their new product- their Click ‘n’ Mix. Pick ‘n’ Mix is a great example of what I always called ‘sweeties’ whilst I was growing up. ‘Sweeties’ are a very particular type of sweet- not everything sweet counts as a ‘sweetie’ to me. Sweeties must be luridly coloured and/or extremely sweet/sour. There must be minimal vitamins and nutrients involved for a true sweetie.