Enniscrone

We drove north west from Dublin for about three hours to arrive in sunny Enniscrone, or Inniscrone, although apparently officially named Inishcrone, depending on your mood. Any wonder our GPS had difficulty? (Psst, click once on the minus to get a better image of the drive from Dublin to En ... In ... that place we went.)

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And I am totally lying about the sunny bit. It wasn't. It was windy.

But don't mistake that for a complaint. I'm just stating the facts, baby. Anyone who goes to Ireland for the weather likes things far colder and rainier than I.

I went for the Crunchie bars.

I love these things like zombies love brains. You might be wondering about my odd choice of colorization of this image. Me, too. I'd call it "camera failure," but that's a cop out for "operator failure," in most dictionaries, isn't it?

I first discovered Crunchie bars on a trip to the UK about twenty years ago. I was spending almost a week visiting a friend who was a working student for Karen Lende (anyone else having flashbacks right about now?). As I was driving toward Badminton (no kidding, I even had a press pass for the weekend), I pulled over to a roadside stand and picked out about a dozen candy bars I had never seen before.

Taking it slowly, because even for a candy fiend like myself, a dozen candy bars are a lot of chocolate, I munched my way through them, testing texture, taste, rolling the odd crunch bits around in my mouth, comparing and contrasting to my American favorites (Milky Way and Three Musketeers, if you are interested).

When I hit the Crunchie bar, I had to pull over. Seriously. It was as though I had met my chocolate soul mate.

Now, if you are a grown up and have never eaten a Crunchie bar, I am guessing you wouldn't like them. I say this with some authority as I have tried to pass along the secret of the almost unholy goodness of these mouth delights to various friends and family over the years and I've generally been met with a response that would probably be best described as "horror."

I will admit, they are a bit, well, sweet. The basic bar is spun honey (crunchy! sweet!), covered in a milk chocolate coating. And now, if you ever see me with one, I won't have to share it, will I?

Luckily for me, I am in countries where they are sold rather infrequently. Although, I have heard a rumor that Kraft bought Cadbury. Is there any chance these babies are coming to the US? Gah, I hope not because if they are, I can never. go. back. Seriously, if I ever live in a country where these are available everywhere (Canada! Australia! UK! Grenada! BVI! New Zealand! to name a few), good-bye feet, I will never look down upon you again.

So, what to you think of Enniscrone so far?

Tomorrow: Maybe something about Enniscrone, maybe not.

 

 

Comments

[Katherine Walcott]

European Mars bars for me. I've mostly stopped eating candy bars at home as a result. I think it's a different sugar?

[Jennie]

Any day you would like to be bored to death with a discussion of Irish place-names and why there are eight of them for each city/county/etc, I'm your girl. ;-)

And my favorite are Galaxy Caramel bars, just in case you were thinking of sending a care package.

[Ann E.]

Ellen, my dear - Amazon is the new Alice's Restaurant: http://www.amazon.com/Cadbury-Crunchie-Bars-Case-24/dp/tags-on-product/B000EG6G9E

[Ellen]

Oh, no. This is a clear case where the acquisition of knowledge is a dangerous thing. :-(

[Sonia]

Cadbury is already in the US (they purchased Adams a few years ago) and yes Kraft did buy a part of Cadbury now. My mother retired as a Cadbury employee a few years ago. I will see if they have any Crunchie's in the company store!

[Monica]

Sweet sweet sweet!

[Debbie Hanson]

As an admitted choco-holic....I must now find and sample the mysterious Crunchie bar.

[Ellen]

I'll scout around for one. If I manage to score one, I'll send it along. Ha! Kidding! If I manage to score *one* I will eat it. If I can find *two* you can have one. ;-)