The peanut butter Kit Kat Chunky.
Never has a more fitting collaboration been attempted by a noble confectionary manufacturer.
Hunger struck me at 6pm today, my blood sugar began to drop sharply. My vision dimmed as I walked away from the table tennis table victorious but at a price. In my haste to taste victory I had forgotten to taste anything else since lunch time. A dangerous game to play but one I know too often.
You see when you are sitting at a desk all day you don’t begin to realise how hungry you are until it is time for you to go home. I would liken this to a phenomenon I know only too well, when you plough your way through more pints than you realise at the pub sat in the same place, confident, nay assured that it has had no effect on you whatever. That is to say until you stand up and immediately resume sitting, wondering why the barman chose that time to spin the room in front of your eyes.
Today with my stomach rumbling and my vision blurring as my body screamed out at me for sugar I made my way towards High Street Kensington tube station, praying for the sanctity of a train, and maybe even a seat. Alas I could not pass Boots with its displays shouting about the meal deal, enticing me in as if with a curled index finger. I found myself veering off course until I was stood in front of the confectionary section. Normally in this situation I would spend a good 5 minutes going through the options, mars, snickers, twix. I would play with the idea of each chocolate bar in my head before ultimately reaching out and grabbing a Kit Kat Chunky – my vice.
Incidentally for fans of the Kit Kat Chunky – On a sunday afternoon place one in your freezer at 2pm. When 4pm rolls around and someone has made a nice cup of tea reach into the freezer, take out the now completely solid Kit Kat Chunky, unwrap, dunk in the fresh boiling hot tea and thank me later.
Today however was different. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted what looked like a Kit Kat Chunky, and for all intents and purposes it is. Yet the light brown wrapper gave it away. This was no ordinary Chunky. I chanced my arm.
I unwrapped the Peanut Butter Kit Kat Chunky, that I had proudly but hesitantly purchased and took a bite.
It may have been the hunger, it may have been Kit Kat’s recent ad campaign turning me against all other forms of Kit Kat except their promotional ones, but it tasted awesome.
Half the amount of wafer, normally there would be uprisings, sackings at the highest government level over such a discovery. But they had replaced it with peanut butter, and all I could find myself asking was. “Why have I never tasted this before?”
If you are yet to taste a Peanut Butter Kit Kat Chunky, I implore you to. Step out of your one-dimensional dark world, into the light.