The last time I visited home, my brother thrust this into my hand before I left.
“Don’t be leaving without your Perky Nana!” he said with a wistful look and a tear in his eye.
Actually, none of that happened. He did give me a weird chocolate bar and told me to take it home. I did and then I stared at it for a month or so.
It’s an unusual confectionary item; chewy banana filling covered in milk chocolate. I ate it on a particularly warm day so it was even chewier than usual. The filling stretched out like cheese on a pizza. It tasted like foam bananas, a winning flavour in my book but a bit too fake and artificial for some.
I’ve never seen it before. The back of the wrapper had an Australian address on it, so perhaps it’s in every corner shop and supermarket in Canberra. I don’t know. What I do know is that it’ll be a long while before I get another Perky Nana in my mouth (waaaaaaaaay!).
What?
8 comments on “Perky Nana”
I read “Perky Nana” as referring to a particularly sprightly grandmother. Is there some grandparent connection here that isn’t immediately obvious?
I was the same. I kept thinking “why would I want a confectionary item that tastes like grandmas?” then i realised that we already have parma violets, which taste like the inside of a nanna’s handbag, so maybe this is just the next logical step?
What makes nanas perky? Maybe they’ve had one too many York Fruits and they’ve got a bit of a sugar rush.
That’s exactly what it is, either that or they’ve spotted the local vicar and want him to come round for a spot of tea so they can show off their new tea set. They go perky bonkers.
Perky Bonkers sounds like the title of a top-shelf magazine from the 1970s.
It does, doesn’t it? Ah the good old days of seedy magazines hiding (above eye level) in plain sight.
In those plastic wrappers with a white bit that was meant to stop you seeing that it was rude but you could always see that it was rude anyway.
The rude shone through like a shining beacon of rude. The real joke was on the pervert who bought it for an extravagant fee only to realise it was a fake magazine drafted by Liberal feminists, and the only titillation he was getting was a naked lady’s shoulders and nothing more.