ornoth | Eating the Bieber

I’ve already told you about Corrugated Fun, so now it’s time to honor the B-Bar.

High school in the Eighties wasn’t like nowadays. Mom gave you five bucks for your school lunch and you bought whatever you wanted. And your options weren’t exactly crudites and chia seeds.

Me, I’m a self-made man; every day, I’d spend all my lunch money on two or three big chocolate chip cookies and three or four B-Bars. Or as we Mainers say, “Bee-Baaahs”.

What’s a B-Bar? It’s a perfect food: a healthy blend of carbohydrates, protein, and maybe a little bit of fat. It’s your basic vanilla ice cream on a stick, surrounded by a hard chocolate shell. Nothing fancy, but four of those made the perfect school lunch for a happy, growing boy!

Good thing I spent a lot of my spare time running around on the soccer pitch!

Sadly, this staple of my childhood is long gone. The ’B’ in ’B-Bar’ stood for Barnes, the small local dairy that produced it, along with the blue-raspberry popsicles I fondly remember from YMCA camp. Barnes was acquired by Oakhurst or Hood or someone, and the B-Bar went the way of the dodo.

Speaking of which, if anyone happens to know which way that dodo went, I would be curious to know. She seems to have taken a lot of my favorite things with her. Including the B-Bar: gone but never forgotten!