PS...I Love You

I walk by The Savannah frequently, a South African import kiosk, and I have been known to pick up a Milo bar or two from there, or the rare Grape Fanta. This time, my hunger for exoticism wouldn't be sated by the crumble of a Milo, nor would I be satisfied with a taste of the trappings of my home in the form of grape syrup. This time it had to be new, it had to be you...PS I Love You.

PS I Love You is produced by Cadbury, and is a wafer bar with 'caramel creme' covered in Caramilk chocolate. I really like Caramilk, that sort of buttery sweet confection that could never be mistaken for actual chocolate. Wafer I'm neutral on, and I'm a sucker for '____ creme' so this bar was made to be loved by me.

Unfortunately like so many things that seem written in the stars, it just wasn't meant to be. The wafer was more in line with those dreadful, cheap pink sugar wafers that little old ladies pretend to like to look dainty. Dry, tasteless, no crunch factor. A KitKat coated in Caramilk this ain't, and that is what it should've been. Don't even get me started on the promise of caramel creme, I saw no evidence of creme besides the barest layer of sugar flavored grit meant to glue the wafers together, much less any caramel flavor.

PS I Love You, even though you're a dried out husk on the inside, I'm still into your surface. I wouldn't kick you out of bed for eating dry ass wafers, but I wouldn't kiss you goodnight.