12/6/2023 0 Comments Psst peanut butterWell it wasn't long afterwards they disappeared altogether. Sometime after 1976 I asked a Nabisco rep delivering in my local grocery store, where were they? to which he replied, they were no longer stocking them on shelves in the warmer months. I thought this was the absolute best snack until I got the bright idea of doing the same thing with lting dark chocolate and soft peanut butter filling - I was in heaven! There has never, ever been a cookie that has come close to that incredible treat. I'd then take a small bite of both ends of the Ideal bar, dip one end into the milk and suck the milk through like a straw. My favorite way to eat them was to first fill a double old-fashioned glass with ice-cold milk. I, TOO, LOVED Ideal Bars growing up and into adulthood. Stay tuned for Chapter Two: The First Bite. Anyway, these little growths were easy to bite off, and would lend a fairly pure chocolate experience, one that only hinted of the peanut butter explosion that loomed on the not-so-distant horizon. There was an extra little clot of chocolate on each side of the bar, sort of a remnant of a cooled puddle of chocolate, I figured, that resulted when chocolate was drizzled over the top of each chocolate. Then, I'd eat the ends of each bar first. Then she'd say, "Now, Peter, you know that four is your limit." I would reach into the long, rectangular box the bars would be cold to the touch, yet even at first contact my chubby hands would leave tell-tale fingerprints on the cookies I touched. There was a whole ritual to my after-school consumption of this sweetest of sins: We would take them out of the 'fridge (I thought that mom would hide them in there, but now I understand it was because of the low melting point of the chocolate). OK, so what WAS it about the Ideal bars? Are there any other theories out there? I wrestled with my weight as a kid in the late 70's, yet every once in a while my mom would secretly buy a box of these rich logs of dark chocolately goodness, if only to show her undying love for me, her only begotten son. If everyone on this list did, maybe it would help. I bet they have trans-fats, but I would make an exception and still eat them. I would buy them in a second if they were around, and I have pretty much sworn off all sugar. Wow, how I miss those peanut butter bars. He could not believe the Ideal bar interrogation. I remember my sister's boyfriend was incredulous (although he should not have been given stories that I have since heard). He was going on about what happened to "his" peanut butter bars. It just so happened to be a day when Dad took an Ideal bar headcount. One time my sister's boyfriend was over and things were a bit tense. I remember his yelling about the peanut butter bars, and I would feign ignorance. I would occasionally take an entire bag (I could not take one from the bag, so a whole bag was required). This was a big deal for him since he never packed his own lunch. Then he started pre-bagging them for lunch. Then I just took one, so he could not be sure if his count was off one. ![]() Finally, my father started counting them. I would sneak one or two every once in a while. My mother bought the Ideal peanut butter bars for my father (I don't know why he was allowed to hog them). Ooops, maybe the Yoohoos I stole from Uncle Charlie's sandwich shop was first?!?!?! :) After dinner, I couldn't eat much, but I even got to share some more Ideal cookies with my Mom and this is where my life of food-crime began. At that point is when I realized I had the most "Ideal" day ever with my childhood. Finally I returned home with the Ideal cookies after eating my final bite so that the perfect amout was found by my Mom. Well being a creative kid I scrounged all the coke bottles and pennies in the house that I could find and returned them with a wagon and got more cookies. I was broke and Mom was gonna know I wasn't sick. ![]() Well do you know I went right back up to that shelf and proceded to eat the rest of them. On the way home, I ate just as many as where missing and put them back on the shelf. and spent my little savings on another package. So I walked 5 huge blocks in Altadena CA. Well it was about 9 AM and I knew I was busted but Mom wasn't due home till much later in the afternoon. I can even smell them now, I was about 9 then and now I'm 46. I snuck them down and proceded to eat every single one of them in that brown, orange, and see- through wrapper. Well once upon a time my Mom bought these cookies and I faked being sick to stay home from school so I could find where she hid them. Oh My God do I have a story about these cookies!!! When I was a kid I used to be a pretty good actor.
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