While over at C’s blog this morning, I got the most unexpected memory of a delightful animal friend long forgotten.
No. It’s not a childhood pet. I could never forget my wonderful childhood companion, my dog Chippy.
It was a Black Cow.
And this memory got me all salivating to find another Black Cow. Not a cow of the Jersey, Holstein, Brown, Swiss or Guernsey variety… but of the candy variety.
C blogged about candy. And one candy that absolutely had me at “moo” was a Black Cow. This candy was like a Sugar Daddy, but covered with a thick layer of dark chocolate. It came on a stick, and was meant to be licked, sucked, twisted, chewed and enjoyed for a long, long time. I will admit that I could eat 3 of these consecutively, on a good day… but one was certainly a treat in itself.
The Black Cow came a’callin’ when I lived in New Hampshire. I was 9 or 10 years old. When we moved to Rhode Island a few years later, I couldn’t find one anywhere. Then, one fine day, I was with my Dad when he stopped at a little variety store on Main Street of my home town to buy a pack of cigarettes. I went inside with him. And there, behind the finger-print stains of the glass candy case, was a box of Black Cows. I was speechless.
I was hooked again. I don’t remember what they milked my Dad for, but he bought me the entire box. 24 of ’em. My Dad just made me promise that my daily recommended intake be one Black Cow per day.
Ah… I had my Black Cow obsession for many years. Then, just as quickly as they sauntered into my life, they were gone. I actually felt a little guilty this morning that I hadn’t thought of a Black Cow in decades… but since I do live again in the same town that the little variety store was in, I found myself in my car, returning to the scene of the cow. It is now a real estate office.
I wonder if they sell Black Cows?
So… what is your favorite candy obsession? Pray, tell.
(I couldn’t help but google Black Cow. It seems my candy has been discontinued and I am udderly disappointed.)