I became really excited about a packet of crisps (aka chips) in a local garage. They were stocking for a limited time Walkers Beef & Onion. These were my favourite flavour as a child until they were replaced by the more fashionable Steak & Onion. Like when Heinz added carrots to oxtail soup, it was too slight a change to be good.
Take all the reboots of children’s TV, the new versions are different enough that they don’t make you pine for the old version. If they had made one change it would have stirred the feelings for the old.
I guess in the end it is a question of taste. Some of the food I had as a child has either gone it is hard to find. Now there is so much choice that any flavour has a lifespan until it becomes unfashionable (looking at you Sweet Chilli).
The shelves lie empty of food I loved,
Stacked with snacks new and strange,
Where are my childhood tastes,
When did the flavours change?
There used to be hippo in the Congo,
He took an apricot, a guava and a mango.
He stuck it with the others,
And he danced a dainty tango.
No python picking passion-fruit,
Nor marmosets the mandarine,
A parrot used to paint the packets,
That the whole caboodle landed in.
Nobody sings in the adverts,
Those animals have all gongo,
No longo can I buy,
The sunny Um Bongo.
If I wanted a trio now
There is little I could do,
Not one, not two but three things in it,
A chocolatey biscuit and a toffee taste too.
Wagon wheels are smaller,
And Smarties colours are not as bright,
We can no longer have preservatives,
And additives have taken flight.
Food is better these days,
Lower in sugar and salt,
And chemicals and E numbers,
And sizes we’ve seen halt.
Still it makes me feel a little sad,
My child won’t eat what I did,
Still the taste lingers in my mouth,
Of the food I ate as a kid.
Apparently a large part of my elegy is null and void!