Home and Native Candy Land

I could list a million things I love about going back to Canada but near the top of the list is the chocolate bars, known as candy bars south of the 49.

It's a magical place where peanut butter cups don't belong to Reese, they share his name; where Mr. Big is best friends with Oh Henry!; where Coffee is Crisp and where Caramilks are so h-core they eat Rolos for breakfast.

Perhaps it's nostalgia but, for me, I'm pretty sure it's actually the taste and quality that put. these treats a step above the crap we get in the US.

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