Sweet, sweet memories!
Violet Crumble.
On weekends in high school, my friends and I would always stop at the Downs Market in Granada Hills, California for something to quench our munchies. One night, I discovered this scrumptious treat in a shiny purple and yellow foil wrapper. It was the wrapper that caught my eye, of course. There was no other candy bar with such a colorful, exuberant covering or such a great name: VIOLET CRUMBLE. What could that possibly mean? And it was from Australia which made it all the more exotic and enticing.
I bought it without even knowing what was inside. Little did I know it would hold such delight - a brick of crunchy, sweet honeycomb covered in creamy milk chocolate. The way it snapped in your mouth, and then melted away, bleding with the sweet chocolatey coating. It became my standard weekend treat. My friends teased me (the way they teased me for loving the Tower of Power song, "So Very Hard to Go") HA- what did they know!?
Now and then I find one, like at the local British shop in my town. I buy it, I eat it immediately and I remember back to the days when I could eat candy bars without gaining weight and yell "shotgun" as we rode off to some stranger's house for a party that would no doubt be broken up by the police.
Aaaah - the good old days..........
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