Cadbury Crunchie Bar - 40g

In Britain the Crunchie lives by the till, next to the Dairy Milk and the Flake, the bar you grab with a paper and pretend was an afterthought. It has been part of that row for as long as most people can remember.

Why hunt for one from Canada? Because a craving for one particular bar does not care how far you have moved. It is the gold wrapper, the crack when you bite in, and the exact way the honeycomb dissolves on your tongue. That is the one people type into a search bar at eleven at night.

It is a single bar, one person's worth, unless someone catches you opening it. Keep it somewhere cool and dry: honeycomb hates damp and turns chewy if you leave it in a steamy kitchen. Some people smash one up over ice cream or a cheesecake. Most just eat it in the car.

It rarely travels alone. A Crunchie tends to end up in the basket with a few other Cadbury favourites, the sort of mixed handful that turns a parcel into a proper taste of home.