Monday, December 13, 2010

Crispety, crunchety, peanut buttery...

Butterfingers are the big seller of our booth at the Christmas Market. We have people coming up to our stand and buying 10 to 20 bars at one time. Our biggest consumer?  The grandmas and the grandpas.

It usually happens like this: An older man or woman comes up to the stand.  They scan it, nothing really interests them but then they spot the yellow wrapper and get excited.  If they have a grandchild next to them, they turn to them and start telling them a story, if they are by themselves, they start telling me. All the stories start with, "Nach dem Krieg..."

At the end of World War II, the American soldiers went around in tanks giving  out candy to the kids--candy which included Hershey's (our other big seller) and Butterfingers.  So these post-war kids are now full-fledged graying German grandmas and grandpas, but the look on their face would make you think otherwise.  The other day, one very proper looking older lady, with her hair all done up and sporting a thick animal fur coat walked up to our stand and with a sheepish look grabbed three.  She told her husband, "Sorry, I just have to have them."

Butterfingers themselves may not inspire much in people nowadays, but amazingly enough, to a certain demographic they represent a very significant part of their life.... and I find that pretty cool.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Its schneen and snowin...

Its been snowing almost everyday for a week.   Not massive amounts, but enough to disrupt the VGN and make all the trams and trains late.

At least it looks pretty though...
Welcome to December!