After I read “The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe” I wondered about Turkish Delight. I knew that you'd eaten enchanted Turkish Delight, and it was the White Witch's magic that was to blame for your betrayal of Aslan and your siblings. But I also figured that Turkish Delight must be pretty tasty, so I reserved a portion of my allowance for a Big Turk bar. Edmund Pevensie, I blame you for that single awful bite of Big Turk. But I learned a valuable lesson that day about the British and their awful candy.
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it was many years between reading the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe and tasting Turkish Delight for me.
My youthful curiousity had been quelled for many years by my father's Eastern Bloc aversion to all things Turkish. Those medieval prejudices die hard.
happy delurk day, my eyes like your words.
oh, the video was nasty. those jellies are the work of a cough syrup nightmare.
Carried that fantasy of the most delicious candy in the world with me for most of my life. Las Vegas was were my dreams were dashed. At some freaky big barn of international goods where you could buy everything from dutch rusk to japanese wasabi peas. Didn't find any moose head soup or eskimo ice cream, though. Some places are not for export. Happy Delurking Day.
Happy Delurking Day!
Something like 25 years elapsed between my being riveted (RIVETED, I say!) by the idea of Turkish delight as presented in those books and my actually tasting it. Outcome: predictable.
My first taste of Campari, on the other hand, was no letdown.
Happy deTurking day! Can I just say that the chocolate bar and traditional Turkish delight have absolutely nothing in common? Except that you'd stand a much better chance of liking a Turkish Delight chocolate bar. Ick.
It kind of makes Edmund a WORSE traitor, if he sold everyone out for candy that isn't even GOOD. Way to go. I would require at least some Dove chocolate to sell out my sibling.
Well, maybe M&Ms. Depends on how I'm feeling about her that day.
real Turkish delight, with real rosewater and pieces of almond throughout is truly glorious. not at all rubbery like the chocolate-coated mass produced crap you find in supermarkets.
just restoring the balance. continue.
Me, I would have betrayed Narnia and all its garrulous badgers for a nice chicken korma or a vindaloo.
I always wondered about Turkish Delight too. I always imagined it to be something creamy and cake-like with custard drizzled on it or something. When I saw the movie I craned my neck to see exactly what was in that container, but couldn't make it out, maybe I should stick to my imagination.
All I can say is that if you come to Canada, avoid the Big Turk.
I haven't seen the movie yet. I keep meaning to grab a copy from, you know, somewhere, and then I forget.
Is there something wrong with me? I haven't had a Turkish Delight in a few years but I recall liking them, a lot!
Please some one help me.
I agree: Big Turk was such an exquisite disappointment after The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. "Real" Turkish delight, although not actively vile like Big Turk, is still not that big a deal.
the problem is not with the big turk. the problem is that you need to savour it when it is fresh not al hardened and semi congealed.
the turk has been one of my favorites candy bars my whole life - but they need to be fresh, still so soft the your teeth just sink through the jelly without any effort at all
i stalk the candy store waiting for the newest box to be opened. after the 6th bar there's no point.
This just in - you Big Turk lovers are sick, sick people. There is no help for you. You are doomed to enjoy a Big Turk now and again.
That is all.
I agree whole heartedly with the freshness observation. I have had some that were like beef jerky. If I remember correctly I dipped them in hot chocolate to soften it. Ahhh, watching the Mustangs play Canrduff on a cold winters night and savoring the sweet gooey melty translucent jelly of a Turkish Delight dipped in hot chocolate... so many years and miles ago.
I think this is my favourite blogpost of any blog of all time.
There's a section in Gravity's Rainbow where the main character eats a succession of horrible British wartime bonbons. Perhaps the funniest few pages of writing in the English language.
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