The Polly Waffle, as wikipedia describes it, was “a waffle wafer tube filled with marshmallow and coated in compound chocolate”. Read the article here.
I can’t link you to a relevant page on Nestlé Australia’s website. After 62 years they have ceased manufacture of the Polly Waffle and the search function on their website returns no results for a search of the term.
But even though Nestlé have forgotten, the Polly Waffle has its devotees.
This surprises me. Frankly, the Polly Waffle was a rubbish chocolate bar, from an age when people didn’t know any better. The wafer tube was reminiscent of cardboard, the marshmallow was sickeningly sweet and the compound chocolate lacked any of the mouth feel that cocoa butter provides.
Nestlé seem basically embarrassed that they were still making such a dud. “It’s costing more to produce than what we get back in sales,” Nestle’s Fran Hernon said, adding that it had been a difficult decision. “Everybody says they love the Polly Waffle but the truth is no one buys it today. The time for it has been and gone.” Read the entire article at the Herald Sun website before Rupert Murdoch starts charging a fee.
My daughter, who works in the confectionary section of a local department store, tells me that all the remaining stock has sold out and people are enquiring if any more stock can be secured.
This article from the Courier Mail website (another News Limited publication) relates the extremes to which some devotees of this confection are prepared to go in order to secure a final repast. It reports that “A sealed box of 24 Polly Waffle bars listed for sale on eBay had received 12 bids, with the price at $112.50”.
Other auctions offer 24 bars for $100.00 plus $15.00 postage, warning purchasers not to pay $20.00 individually. $20.00 bought me two dozen original iced Krispy Kreme doughnuts on Monday. $20.00 for one Polly Waffle? The twenty dollar note would have more flavour.
All of this leads me to observe that there seems to be absolutely nothing in this world so awful and behind the times that, if it is taken away, some individual or group will automatically start missing it and want it back.
Oddly many of these folk will then exercise their discretion to not actually make use of that which they want restored. Many people most upset by change in churches, for instance, are those who don’t go to church regularly. (Or at all.)
As someone committed to change and growth this makes me want to bang my head against a wall be a more effective agent of change.
Sometimes you’ve just go to move on.
There is more to it than simply a chocolate bar. What about all of us who still use the expression “what a load of polly waffle”.
Now that you’re starting to get a few years under your belt get used to the ‘young folk’ looking at you with blank stares when you use expressions of speech that have passed from vernacular. The chances of adopting another suitable chocolate’s name to serve as a substitute for the concept of rubbish seem slim. ‘What a load of “Golden Rough”‘?