Yay! I’d forgotten about those! I think they’re called Smacks in Holland as well, but I never connected them with spanking. Well, the last time I had them I was 12 or 13 and my English wasn’t great back then. You’re supposed to eat them with milk but I used them as candy, hehe…
LOL on my school exchange to Germany a while back, the family I stayed with called all kinds of cereal ‘smacks’, unless they were cornflakes. In which case they called them ‘cornflakes’. Everything else was ‘smacks’. Very odd.
I’ve had those, although like alliegirl I remember them as Sugar Smacks. Even as a kid, they were too sweet for me. I’d much rather have the other kind of smacks.
I’m grateful for the culinary explanations. If I ever get asked by a cute waitress abroad whether I “do smacks at breakfast-time”, I’ll not now get arrested for saying, “Of course,” and bundling her straight over my knee 😉
You could start a collection of Spanking Food.
What about Snap, Crackle and Pop?
Sugar Cane?
Bon Appetit!
Yay! I’d forgotten about those! I think they’re called Smacks in Holland as well, but I never connected them with spanking. Well, the last time I had them I was 12 or 13 and my English wasn’t great back then. You’re supposed to eat them with milk but I used them as candy, hehe…
You bad girl, Kate! You deserve some cherry buns!
Aren’t they just, like, sugar puffs?
LOL on my school exchange to Germany a while back, the family I stayed with called all kinds of cereal ‘smacks’, unless they were cornflakes. In which case they called them ‘cornflakes’. Everything else was ‘smacks’. Very odd.
Ohhh..how cute..never thought of the cereal in that way! In the U.S. they were called Sugar Smacks and now Honey Smacks.
I’ve had those, although like alliegirl I remember them as Sugar Smacks. Even as a kid, they were too sweet for me. I’d much rather have the other kind of smacks.
So, probably, Instant Whip wouldn’t have suited you either.(It was a very mushy pudding mix I think)
Miracle Whip isn’t so sweet, luckily!
I’m grateful for the culinary explanations. If I ever get asked by a cute waitress abroad whether I “do smacks at breakfast-time”, I’ll not now get arrested for saying, “Of course,” and bundling her straight over my knee 😉