Every now and again I catch my housemate, E.Fashionista, trying very hard not to roll her eyes at me.
This tends to happen when I’m adding peanut butter to sweet and/or savoury dishes that, under normal circumstances, would never conceive of being bedfellows with nuts. (Unlike some dishes I might mention.) The restrained eye-rolling also occurs when I’ve failed to notice a new cushion cover on my chair but, in my defence, I’ve become far more adept at noticing aesthetic changes to our apartment as soon as they occur. (After all, it only took me five minutes yesterday to notice the enormous Brad Pitt-head newly adorning our entryway wall. And yes, my own reaction to this was something of an eye-roll.)
However, there is one thing that E.Fashionista finds impossible not to overtly shake her head at, and it’s this: sometimes I go to the grocery store and accidentally buy food I know I won’t like or could easily make myself, just because it’s new and/or on sale.
I blame it on the fluorescent lighting in most supermarkets. How is anyone supposed to stay rational under those conditions?
Gü Millionaire’s Flapjacks
My first impression of these Millionaire’s Flapjacks, also known as “Choccy Chewy Caramel Nibbles”, also known as caramel-over-an-oaty-muesli-bar-base-covered-in-chocolate, was that they only filled up half the container. Did I hear someone say misleading marketing? No? Okay then, we’ll move along.
After all, the little blighters are rather cute, what with their discernible oats, rather pleasing amount of dark caramel, and thick milk chocolate coating that is (surprise!) real chocolate rather than a mix of cocoa powder and vegetable oil, as is so often the case in mass-market products.
Oh, and the flapjacks look a bit like Darth Vader. That’s a plus, right?
Part of the reason I bought these Millionaire’s Flapjacks is that the ingredients list was surprisingly not scary. Sure, there’s a boatload of sugar, but the chocolate is real, the caramel is made with sweetened condensed milk, and you know what else? There’s 2.2g of fibre in every 100g. This means that, according to the Dietitians Association of Australia, I’d only need to eat 1.365kg of Millionaire’s Flapjacks in one day to reach my RDI of fibre. Thank you, Gü! Your nutritional labelling is ever so helpful.
Onto the actual review, then. The aroma of these Millionaire’s Flapjacks was deliciously sweet and caramelly, and in fact reminded me of Mars Bars. The flapjack base was thankfully not too sweet, with notes of real (salted, according to the ingredients list) butter mingling with the oats. The caramel on top is far better than that found in Mars Bars, with real butteriness, vanilla, and even a bit of depth rather than one-dimensional sugariness coming through.
I was also pleasantly taken aback by the quality of the milk chocolate. Look, don’t get me wrong, this isn’t brilliant stand-alone chocolate. However, more often than not chocolate “coatings” on supermarket products are greasy, flavourless, and depressing, whereas Gü’s milk chocolate actually tasted like chocolate. At 36% cocoa content, it’s also higher up the cocoa scale than most Cadbury milk chocolate.
These Millionaire’s Flapjacks reminded me of childhood. Of cobbers, to be exact. And of that other beloved Aussie treat of days past… the chocolate caramel slice.
Want to know a secret? I baked a chocolate caramel slice several days after finishing these Gü Millionaire’s Flapjacks. You’ll have to wait for that post, but I’ll tell you this for free: my housemate certainly won’t be able to roll her eyes at that.
P.S. You know I think you’re the bee’s knees, E.Fashionista!