Friday, 5 April 2013

Eatmores, More Than Just a Candy Bar

I’m a very organized person. When I decided to enter the NaNoWriMo challenge last fall, to write a novel in 30 days, I prepared ahead of time. I had my storyline, my setting and my characters firmly in mind so that I could begin writing on November 1st.

I did the same for this a-z challenge. Decided on a theme and came up with an idea for each letter of the alphabet. Most of ‘my favourite things’ are memories, feel good things or, in some cases, my wish list.

I thought of things, rather than people, though in the writing people have found their way in. Such as today, it's not just about the candy.

E   Eatmore candy bars

When I was younger, my father worked in downtown Toronto. His drive home took him along the Gardiner Expressway and the QEW highway. They may have called it rush hour, but at times it was anything but rushed.

One day I discovered a secret, when I found the hidden stash of candy in his car. I couldn’t believe it, my dad kept a supply of treats in his glove compartment. He told me it was for those times that he was stuck in traffic, but I knew it was because he had a sweet tooth.

His favourite candy bar was the Eatmore. If you’ve never had one it’s kind of like…Tootsie Rolls, with chopped peanuts mixed in?

I remember one time, on his birthday, when my mother made a huge card out of Bristol board and wrote the number for his age out of Eatmores.

I’m a fan of chocolate, and love a good Mars bar or a Snickers. But, every once in awhile I find myself in need of an Eatmore.
More than once I’ve been shopping, maybe feeling a little blue, and I see the display of candy. Even the sight of an Eatmore reminds me of my dad and cheers me up.

And sometimes, I just have to go the extra step. Sometimes, I need more than just to look at the candy bar, I need to taste it.

I don’t keep a stash on hand like my father, I buy mine on a needs basis only. On those days, I sit down with a cup of tea, put my feet up and enjoy.

There’s a reason they call that kind of indulgence comfort food.

My father has been gone 25 years this year, and I still miss him.


Matthew MacNish said...

New follower here. Nice to meet you, Deborah!

Melanie Schulz said...

One of my favorite things about going to Canada (I live just over the border) is all the different candy bars you guys have. It's amazing!

Deborah Lean said...

Hi guys and welcome.

I know what you mean about the different candy bars, Melanie. My sister lives in Florida and when she visits Canada she wants a Crispie Crunch.

Dennis said...

Here's to the secret candy bar stash! No comfort like a good candy bar. Thanks for sharing.

Blogger's Brother said...

I think Eatmores must be a father/daughter thing. I've never really cared for them, I'm more of an O'Henry man myself. But, whenever I'm heading to Florida I always pack a few Eatmores for my sister Lynne and Coffee Crisp for my niece Lee.

Deborah Lean said...

See, I always knew Dad loved me best.

Don't tell Lynne. LOL