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by Allen’s Cheekies
Growing up I remember going on car trips
with the family. Along with the usual fights, sing alongs and breaks, I recall
Mum would always have a massive bag of Jelly Snakes, which she would distribute
in times of good behavior.
That is a nice way of saying a bribe.
I could make a jelly snake last a good ten
minutes.
This was back in the day that you could
take 20 cents to the milk bar and stand there for ages instructing the
shopkeeper exactly what you would like. A lolly cost 1 cent.
“Can
I have 1 red frog… 2 milk buds…2 strawberry & creams…1 cobbler”
Then you would walk home with a little
white bag full of goodness. It was a simple and delicious ritual.
And
then our neighborhood was rocked with the news. The price of single lollies was
going up to 2 cents apiece. This immediately halved our purchasing pleasure, and
then it all went downhill from there.
Soon it was 2 lollies for 5 cents.
I used to always beg my Mum for stories
from the “olden days”. She would tell me that you used to be able to get 3
licorice bullets for a penny. I remember shaking my head thinking “Damn Mum, you had it so good back then.”
But they didn’t have Chicos.
At the age of (almost) 40, I still love
lollies.
But I have had to become smarter about how
I treat myself because of little hands….
I am generous with my love, my time and my
dedication to my boys, but I am not generous when it comes to sharing lollies.
It is not about guilty eating. I don’t
believe there is such a thing.
It
is about keeping something, just for me.
You know the scene. You are driving along.
You turn up the radio before sneaking your hand into your bag, quietly, ever so
carefully rummaging around for a sweet that you know you saw there a while
back. This usually happens at school pick up time, and a little sugar hit is
required.
Once the target is located, you unwrap it
with one hand. You must be very careful here as it only takes a break in the music
and a clumsy move before your cover is blown and two little hands spring like
and unfurled coil from the backseat.
Palms opened.
The rustle of a packet is akin to a ringing
bell to Pavlov’s Dog.
Now, if you are careful, you have the lolly
in your hand and then, fake a quick cough, transporting the prize from your
hand to your mouth. A rookie error would be then to munch happily away.
“What
are you eating Mum?”
“Nothing…”
No. You must consume your treat slowly, as
to not alert the natives that you are indeed having a sneaky lolly. When you
get home, cut up some fruit for them. And no one is the wiser.
Allen’s
have cottoned onto the fact that us ladies enjoy a cheeky treat now and then,
and have released a new lolly, just for us!
Portion
controlled (so you don’t end up scoffing the whole bag) and delicious; whack
these into your handbag so you can always have access to a cheeky lolly.
And
the taste? Think of a sizable, squishy, fruity traditional jelly lolly and then
POW! You are rewarded with a delicious soft centre in either a citrus of berry
flavour.
But be warned. The packet makes a recognizable
auditory alert.
Are
you a lolly lover?
What
are your favourites?
Tell me your
favourite memory from your childhood about lollies and go into the draw to win
a $500 Voucher from lastminute.com.au , so you can treat yourself to a cheeky escape.
Keep it short (and sweet). Click here for terms and conditions.
Oh, and come back on July 1, to see if you won!
