cabel’s musing on wierd new food products got me thinking about stuff i miss from canada vacations of yore. such as mr. big, from cadbury! the candy bar of kings! ‘when you’re this big, they call you mister’!
oh canada, fair land of the north, why do you not exist in mini-mart form on my block so i can go down to canada-mart all the time and pick up sausage rolls, squirrel peanut butter, and canadian junk food?
alas! for the intertubes have yet to grace us with such conveniences.
wait…
well i will be god damned. a quick image search for mr. big (with a not-surprising amount of porn in the results) yielded a candy shoppe in ontario that does mail-order.
giving i won’t be making it up to uncha until next summer at the earliest, maybe i should do this. now i just need to find a bakery that does sausage rolls, a heart-slaying food worth dying for.
re: cabel, i’m glad i’m not the only one with wierd tastes in food. also i’m glad i already knew about several of the products in his recent round-up.
damn, i need to pick up more of those jimmy dean pancakes and sausage on a stick. take them to work. what could be better on a hot summers day than a cross between a corndog and mcdonalds breakfast?
well, ice cream, but let’s move on.
There’s a couple german bakeries around town, as well as a sausage place walking distance from your work … those would be your best bets to find sausage rolls in portland.
Also, I would totally throw down with you on a case of Mr. Big bars. Damn.
June 23rd, 2007 at 11:30 pm