Maxi means large, upper limit, greatest amount. Some bubble-headed girl I went to high school with was fond of using the word “height” in her sentences: “Oh, this is the height of cool,” or “He’s the height of stupidity.” Such moronic vocabulary was the height of high school idiocy.
Anyway. If something has got “maxi” attached to it, you know it’s gonna be big.
I’ve long had my eye on a confection at Sugarhouse called the Maxi Bar. It’s a mad amalgam of walnuts, caramel, and pebble-sized chocolate chunks lying on an oatmeal crust. It’s called Maxi because of its measurements: 9½ inches across, 4½ inches wide, and half an inch thick. Sexy it ain’t, but it sure is one heck of a tease.
For starters, it’s HUGE. We have small portions here in Manila, and this bar flies in the face of pre-measured, “inhale-able” portions. Also, who doesn’t like the combination of walnuts, chocolate, and caramel? (If you don’t, you shouldn’t be reading this blog.) Heheh. The Maxi bar’s also got a maxi price tag: P180 for this behemoth.
Whenever I’d pass by Sugarhouse, I’d longingly caress the Maxi bar and ask the servers if it was available in smaller sizes. Of course they said no ”“ otherwise they couldn’t rightfully call it a Maxi bar now, could they?
Well, today I bit the bullet. I forked over my moolah and maxed out on this Maxi bar. Chewy and soft when I bit into it, the caramel left a sticky trail, similar to mozzarella on pizza. The bar tastes like a loaded oatmeal cookie ”“ full of the good, sticky stuff that makes your teeth ache and your stomach say “more.” Oomph. MAXImum satisfaction.