Idaho Spud

I was really excited about trying this particular piece in the candy exchange, since the Idaho Spud was featured in Candyfreak, which is one of my all time favourite books. According to Candyfreak, the company that makes them has been in business since 1901, and has been using the same facility since 1909, which might actually explain a lot. The filling of the spud is made from marshmallow…sort of, although they use agar agar as a thickener, which may be responsible for the interesting consistency. Allegedly, there is a maple undertone to the filling, which is more noticeable when you eat the filling alone.

idaho spud, a candy bar in purple packaging

This was the exterior of the wrapper, which also noted that the spud is the “candy bar that makes Idaho famous!”

Oddly, I thought that potatoes made Idaho famous. I had a friend from Idaho once.

Puff and I cracked the hood on this baby in the lazy afternoon hours of Sunday.

idaho spud unwrapped, revealing a coconut-crusted log of candy

Something about it seemed a little ominous to me. This was the face of a candy bar which meant business. I was excited about the chocolate and coconut, but worried about glimpses of the filling which I could see, because some of the chocolate had been knocked off in shipping. I remembered Steve Almond saying something about the filling.

“It’s a little like tofu. It has that same density.”

The filling looked…wrong, somehow. It was slightly grey, and sweating a little bit. It didn’t appear to be fresh, wholesome nougat, or even normal marshmallow filling.

idaho spud cut in half to reveal the horrific interior.

I cut it in half so that we could split it, and the tension was palpable.

“You first,” Puff said.

I nibbled a small corner off my half. A sickeningly sweet chocolate flavor burst into my mouth, followed by a bland flavor and a strangely gelatinous texture.

“Er,” I said, while she took a bite. “Uhm, I don’t really like this, at all.”

I spit the gelatinous filling out into my hand and tossed it in the trash.

“It’s like a Peep,” she said.

I picked halfheartedly at the outer coating.

“Erm, I guess this is, yeah, this is weird.”

We both stopped eating, surveying the orphaned spud halves on the counter.

“It was bland and disappointing,” Puff said. “And alien like. Like alien brains.”

“Yegguch,” I added.

Somewhere out there, there’s an Idaho spud fan who is going to berate me for this, but I don’t really care. I’m glad to have tasted a little piece of candy history, but never again. Ever. Please. God. Fortunately, I still had some candied grapefruit slices left, so I ate those doubletime quick, and my day greatly improved.

[Idaho Spud]