Back when I was a kid, my grandfather Charlie would sell candy and soft drinks (sody pop) from a shed in his backyard. All the neighborhood kids would come to buy, because he was cheaper than any other opportunity they had.
The Cokes came in 6 ounce bottles, and he kept them in wooden crates. Once a week or so, he and I would drive over to his brother's, Uncle Bill, to get a new supply. Bill was a few years older than Charlie, and had a black stoneware panther on his TV and a tiny stuffed alligator on his china cabinet. His wife had long since died, and I don't remember her at all.
Uncle Bill had a coke machine that dispensed the 6 ounce Cokes for 5 cents apiece, and we would get one when we visited. I can still hear the rattle, thump thump of the machine kicking on, and dropping an ice cold Coke down to the bin. We would take our Cokes and walk along the grape arbor, smelling the rich Concord grapes as they ripened on the vine.
Every once in a while, there'd be a Hershey's almond bar for a snack. Just like we have today, except the bar was wrapped in foil, and the foil was covered by a paper wrapper. Biting into the bar with its unique texture and squeak, nothing tastes like Hershey's. The name Hershey's is imprinted on the bar itself. I would always eat the H first, then the S, slowly making my way in until I spelled SHE, then HE, then the last H.
Reviewed: Hershey's Milk Chocolate with Almonds
Personality: squeaky comfort food
How to enjoy: eat this bar sitting on your back porch, preferably on the steps, while your parents and other relatives are standing around talking, and the wasps buzz around the grape arbor.
Rating:
1: Better than sex
2: Little bites of heaven
3: Share with your best friend
4: Will do in a pinch
5: Halloween candy
Where to buy:
Germany: American Candy
USA: Any grocery store. Sorry, Uncle Bill has long since passed on
