How could they. Just quit like that, I mean. Perhaps this has not really impacted your life, but Brach’s Candy Company has stopped making French Burnt Peanuts. And it is a problem for me.
A hundred years or so ago, something like this would have never been a problem. Someone in your household or your town made everything you ate, drank or used. So, unless someone died unexpectedly without passing on a recipe, you never had to do without the stuff you were used to in your life. But today, we rely on these big companies who make things for us. Until they don’t any more. Like Brach’s.
When I was a kid, my father had a tremendous sweet tooth. He always kept a cupboard stocked with all manner of sweets and goodies. Chocolate covered grahams, devil’s food cookies, Cracker Jack, and all kinds of mass-produced sugar-charged bliss. Brach’s French Burnt Peanuts were usually in that cabinet, and were favorites of mine. You know, the little peanuts covered with the artificially reddish-pink candy with the little granules made of Lord-knows-what. My college roommate grew up calling the stuff gorilla food.
I loved those things. Yes, other confectionary companies made their versions of them, but Brach’s was the gold standard. They had the perfect flavor, the perfect texture, and I never had any that were better. Whenever I saw them haning in a store display, something in me would light up and I would often buy a bag. Then the challenge would be to make that bag last for longer than twenty minutes. Sometimes I made it, sometimes not.
Then I noticed that they became harder and harder to find, so that whenever I did find them, they became even more of a treat. Then, nothing. Ahh, thought I, this is the age of the internet. Somebody has surely bought this product line from Brach’s and is making these under some other brand name. But nope. Gone. Vanished. Withdrawl.
I thought about this because I found another brand of them a few days ago and tried them. Not even close. How bad is it when you start wishing that you had one of the other brands that you dislike less? I actually did find some that come pretty close, but they are a private lable from a local farm market that is a bit of a drive. So, they are inconvenient to buy, and they cost something like $6 (plus an hour and a half of time and gas) for a small bag. Not optimal.
This isn’t the first time. Another taste I inherited from my father was a product called Crosse & Blackwell Date Nut Loaf. It was date-nut bread in a can. A weekend ritual with Dad was to watch him slice it up and spread cream cheese on it, then make little sandwiches. It was like having candy for lunch. It was fairly pricey (and likely quite bad for me) so as a young adult, I would only buy a can or two every once in awhile. Until . . . . Yup, stopped making it.
I know, I know – if I didn’t like such weird stuff, I wouldn’t have these problems. I thought that too, until Hostess stopped making Twinkies.. Actually, Hostess stopped making everything. Another company brought them back, but they are not the same. Twinkies and their ilk are now smaller and they taste slightly different. Or at least I think they do, and I quit buying them. And have you tried a Klondike Bar since the Isaly Dairy Company was bought out by Unilever? Never again. Life is too short for inferior ice cream.
Listen here, Capitalism – nobody has said more nice things about you than I have. And this is the way you treat your friends? We have to talk. Product after product has gone away. Space Food Sticks. Quake cereal. Seyfert’s Potato Chips (the real ones from Fort Wayne, made of nothing but potatoes, peanut oil and salt). Nobody told me that I would outlive many of my favorite foods. But you can buy all the stupid Smarties you want? It’s just not fair.
I suppose that it is unavoidable, though. Something has to give in order to fit yet another flavor of Doritos on the shelf. Have you tried the Firey Burrito Grande yet? I’m just making this up, but just you watch, something just like it will be along soon. But I am drawing a line in the sand, and am not trying another new flavor until they bring back the Taco flavor from the mid ’70s. Call it extorsion if you want, but that’s where I am.
There are still a few old standbys still out there. Like the Goldenburg Peanut Chews that my father grew up eating in Philadelphia. You can still get them, and they are the real deal. They are chocolate and peanut candy pieces that are made with molasses, and are not as sweet as more modern candy. They date back to before World War I, and are said to have been included in the Doughboys’ ration kits “over there.” There really is nothing else like them. But just wait. I am probably the only person under 80 who buys them, so they are likely to go away too. Am I doomed to a future with nothing but Laffy Taffy and Sour Punch Straws? Gad, I hope not.