Hey kid, are you hungry? Do you need something to snack on before dinner?
What you need is a bag of Bamse Mums.
We take the finest things that sugar can produce and fashion them into someone that would make even a Smurf squint with glee.
Hidden beneath a veil of chocolate is something that up until writing this post I wasn’t quite sure what it was. It tasted like milk but it’s actually a marshmallow. Yeah, one of them covered in chocolate but also tasting a bit like a Kinder Egg. In the shape of a bear. Sort of shaped like a bear. In your mouth.
Trust me, with a packet full of these in your pocket, well, they’d melt obviously because it’s summer. They would melt into the sexiest confectionary you have ever seen or maybe not because they’re made in France but my sister sent some over from Sweden. Also nobody is impressed with melted chocolate unless they’ve got a hoover bag covered in holes for a brain.
English people probably don’t know what they are. They’re Bamse Mums.
Import some today and wonder why you bothered to do so in the first place.
8 comments on “Bamse Mums”
I put “bamse mums” into Google Translate to see what Swedish people think this is called.
Turns out “bamse” means “teddy bear”. “Mums” just means “mums”. So they’re called “teddy bear mums”.
They didn’t look like teddy bear mums as I was pouring the contents of the travel pack XXL into my mouth. There was nothing mum-ish about them in the slightest.
Did they look like anything as you poured the whole bag into your massive gob? I find it hard to believe you got a good look.
When you’re chugging an entire bag of mum bears it’s best to close your eyes otherwise the shame would overwhelm you.
Very wise. It’s what the bears would have wanted. I take the same approach with tins of custard. Shut the eyes and chug it down.
Chug that chutney or in this case custard. Chug that chustard. Get that on a t-shirt for Christmas, it’ll sell like hotcakes.
Hotcakes with cold custard on, if I’ve got anything to do with it.
Wait, what was the point?
Erm, there was chugging involved and custard and… nope, I’ve lost it.
Best get in couple of tins and put the kettle on. We’ll work it out eventually.