Driving to work this morning - sudden memory of a taste, not sure what it was. Some tooth rotting confectionery from the wayback past. Not Frys Chocolate Cream, but I stopped at a little shop to see what I could find.
Could have been sweet peanuts. But they had none.
Wasn't the plasticky cheap Turkish Delight wrapped in cooking chocolate I managed to buy either.
Certainly not the strange strawberry flavoured version of Klondike Pete's Golden Nuggets that coloured the milk a vivid pink and only seemed to be available at the repeatedly visited campsite shop in Skegness years and years ago.
Nor rice pudding and jam. However, I'm willing to give it a try.
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