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The cataclysmic clash between two heavyweights of the chocolate biscuit world - Rocky Chocolate and Rocky Caramel.
I'd never had much time for them before, but Rocky Chocolates became my new favourite biscuit over the summer, after we stacked the chiller box full of them for our long days on the beach. The fusion of biscuit and Crunchy-style, honeycombed filling made for an irresistible combination. Crisp, yet not too brittle. Crumbly, but not too dry. Complemented by a milk chocolate coating that should by rights have Mars and Cadbury's weeping into their wafers. They reminded me alot of the old United bars - yeah, that good.
However, much as I loved them, a further delight, a new Holy Grail of chocolate enjoyment, soon became apparrent. A friend informed me that a Rocky variant was available, a luxurious upgrade that put original Rockys into the shade. He spoke of the Rocky Caramel, and I knew my quest must begin. The discount store that had become my usual Rocky outlet didn't stock this elusive de luxe version (too good for the pound shop brigade - surely an encouraging sign) so my pursuit of caramel-laden glory ended at Asda, where golden six-packs lay like burnished ingots in a ransacked Aztec temple.
I couldn't wait. I tore the wrapping asunder and mired myself in the gooey pleasure of the newfound treat.
But what...? Something was amiss. Alarm bells were ringing. Gustatory meltdown had not been achieved. Why wasn't I getting the Rocky hit, the left hook to the jaw that the Chocolate counterpart delivered with such power and finesse? Looking at the bar in its gnawed nakedness, I could see that although a sticky strip of caramel was indeed laying under the shroud of chocolate coating, the knockout mixture of crunch and crumbly biscuit had been replaced by what I could only describe as ordinary shortbread. Yeah, hard to credit, I know, but the integrity of the bar had been compromised with disastrous consequences. The spell was broken. The presence of caramel simply wasn't enough to boost the whole thing out of the realm of the mundane. Put succinctly, a catastrophic decision on the part of the Fox boffins had left the Caramel Rocky reeling on the ropes.
So it's choccy Rockys for me, at least until the caramel version gets the biscuit it deserves. The Fox's website mentions Rocky Orange, but the horror of the Caramel experiece has put me off going anywhere near them.
or
It's about...
The cataclysmic clash between two heavyweights of the chocolate biscuit world - Rocky Chocolate and Rocky Caramel.
I'd never had much time for them before, but Rocky Chocolates became my new favourite biscuit over the summer, after we stacked the chiller box full of them for our long days on the beach. The fusion of biscuit and Crunchy-style, honeycombed filling made for an irresistible combination. Crisp, yet not too brittle. Crumbly, but not too dry. Complemented by a milk chocolate coating that should by rights have Mars and Cadbury's weeping into their wafers. They reminded me alot of the old United bars - yeah, that good.
However, much as I loved them, a further delight, a new Holy Grail of chocolate enjoyment, soon became apparrent. A friend informed me that a Rocky variant was available, a luxurious upgrade that put original Rockys into the shade. He spoke of the Rocky Caramel, and I knew my quest must begin. The discount store that had become my usual Rocky outlet didn't stock this elusive de luxe version (too good for the pound shop brigade - surely an encouraging sign) so my pursuit of caramel-laden glory ended at Asda, where golden six-packs lay like burnished ingots in a ransacked Aztec temple.
I couldn't wait. I tore the wrapping asunder and mired myself in the gooey pleasure of the newfound treat.
But what...? Something was amiss. Alarm bells were ringing. Gustatory meltdown had not been achieved. Why wasn't I getting the Rocky hit, the left hook to the jaw that the Chocolate counterpart delivered with such power and finesse? Looking at the bar in its gnawed nakedness, I could see that although a sticky strip of caramel was indeed laying under the shroud of chocolate coating, the knockout mixture of crunch and crumbly biscuit had been replaced by what I could only describe as ordinary shortbread. Yeah, hard to credit, I know, but the integrity of the bar had been compromised with disastrous consequences. The spell was broken. The presence of caramel simply wasn't enough to boost the whole thing out of the realm of the mundane. Put succinctly, a catastrophic decision on the part of the Fox boffins had left the Caramel Rocky reeling on the ropes.
So it's choccy Rockys for me, at least until the caramel version gets the biscuit it deserves. The Fox's website mentions Rocky Orange, but the horror of the Caramel experiece has put me off going anywhere near them.
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