What Would YOU Do?

The question goes like this: "What would YOU do for a Klondike bar?"

I'm not sure what I would do, exactly, but I'd do some things.

I'd do some things, because there is something wonderfully simple yet with largesse about a Klondike bar.

You know what a Klondike bar is, right? It's that block of vanilla ice cream generously covered in chocolate, wrapped by hand, it seems, in foil.

When eaten immediately out of the freezer, before it gets a chance to get remotely soft, is the best way to eat a Klondike.

They have different flavors, but I think I like the old fashioned vanilla the best.

They come in packages of six and I start to get sad as early as when the third one gets lifted from the freezer, for that means it won't be long before we're out of Klondikes.

Mrs. Eno doesn't buy Klondikes every week, and that's a good thing, because absence makes the stomach grow fonder.

Klondikes wouldn't make me nearly as happy if they were constantly in the freezer, as counterintuitive as that sounds.

There's a ceetain degree of excitement that I get when I see that a package of Klondikes has made its way into one of the grocery bags that come home.

I know this sounds like a paid advertisement (I wish!), but there really is no generic version of a Klondike, so there you have it---I have to use the name.

So why am I glorifying the Klondike today?

There are two left in our freezer, and I noticed them again today. It got me to thinking about the aforementioned jingle, which in my mind is one of the best advertising campaigns ever created.

The question is apt.

"What WOULD you do for a Klondike bar?"



Because they're just so gosh darn good.

Ask yourself the question, if you enjoy a Klondike as much as I do (which is doubtful, but even if you're close, that's OK).

What would you do for one?

If a Klondike bar was just out of your reach, and the person who could retrieve it for you asked you to perform some sort of a task in order to get it, what would your limitations be?

It's a question meant to be taken seriously, now!


You can eat a Klondike with your fingers and you don't have to rush. A firmly frozen brick will last a good five minutes before getting too soft---or before it disappears, whichever comes first.

My Klondikes never get soft.

So what would I do for a Klondike bar?

Just try holding one out of my reach if you want to find out. I dare you.

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