The Holy Grail

You may remember that in a previous post I wrote about my white Mars bar reverie. Little sense as it makes, I think what renders it dream fodder is the fact that such a product does not exist. I have never considered it anything other than a fantasy, and I am comfortable with this.

There are, however, dreams that do have a place in reality. Dreams I haven’t dared speak of until now.

Last year I read that there is a Polish edition of a white Lion. There is nothing about a Lion that isn’t genius, except for its uncanny ability to disappear down my gullet within nanoseconds of tearing the wrapper. And so, since discovering that such a product does exist, I have visited polksi sklep after polksi sklep, searching for the Holy Grail.

Months passed and I started to lose hope. Was this some kind of hoax? Is this “Poland” even a real place?

But then I received a text message from my little sister, who was in Essex’s shopping Mecca, Lakeside: “Got a present for you”.

Yep.

What do you do when faced with everything you've ever wanted? I don't know what normal people do, but I froze. I waited weeks, petrified that if I opened it before my craving peaked it would disappoint, thus making me question my own reason for being.

Finally, yesterday, I was ready.

It was worth the wait.

Aside from the exquisite marriage of white chocolate and caramelly chewydom, it had something of a Ferrero Raffaello about it. Fascinated, I checked the ingredients to see if it contained coconut, but then I remembered that I do not speak Polish.

The bar is more petite than a regular Lion bar, containing a mere 204 calories. Health food, anyone?