The collapse of modern society Kylie Klein-Nixon on Lamington crisps
Want to get three million units of junk food out the door fast? Bung some classic Kiwi childhood treats into some other classic Kiwi childhood treats and cha-ching, you’re minting it.
Who can forget the year we lost our collective minds over Lewis Road Creamery and Whittaker’s chocolate milk? People were fighting in the supermarket aisles over the stuff.
Griffin’s Tip Top Goody Goody Gum Drops Squiggles, Whittaker’s K-Bar, L&P, 100s and 1000s, toffee milk. and Jelly Tip chocolate bars, Cadbury’s Pineapple Lump chocolate bars – when it comes to nostalgic fusion confectionery, we consider ourselves connoisseurs of food that has zero nutritional value, for some reason.
For goodness sake, this isn’t even the first time lamingtons have been assaulted this year: some maniac created a lamington burger, with beef patties, cheese and bacon in January.
Eventually, even the greatest boffins de cuisine will run out of reasonable things to mash together and start to get unreasonable about it.
And voila – lamington-flavoured crisps. Now, don’t let all this talk of nutrition and food give you the wrong idea.
I’m not here to give you a lecture on how you should only eat hand-picked pulses and whatever weeds you find in your own backyard. Especially not after a period when we all needed comfort foods to bring their best game.
But, jeez New Zealand, we have to draw a line somewhere, and I reckon being jauntily marketed into hate-buying gross-flavoured potato chips for a laugh is as good a place as any.
Remember how your parents used to say you couldn’t leave the dinner table until you’d finished your vegetables because somewhere in the world there was someone going hungry, and leaving good food would be disrespectful? Well, strap yourselves in, because you’re going to hear it again.
When there are more people than ever lining up at foodbanks, is it right to be manufacturing and buying foodstuffs that are more weird joke than food?
Does it speak well of a society when there are two to three aisles in most supermarkets dedicated to food that experts agree isn’t nourishing, yet there’s only one kind of carrot on offer?
Is it really hilarious fun that mountains of potatoes have been essentially ruined for a laugh? They are ruined, too.
When I was asking around about these crisps, a teacher friend told me he took a bag into school for students to try.
‘‘Out of about 60 kids I saw that day, only a few didn’t spit them out. Think about it. Teenagers spitting out chips. Cruel and unusual.’’
We live in a time when there are paper bags at the door of supermarkets that you can fill for a foodbank as you do you own shopping (which, by the way, is a brilliant thing to do, if you can), and also 157 flavours of chippies, at least one of which is basically trash.
It’s enough to leave a bad taste in your mouth.