
They’re an Easter season staple in Canada and in many other parts of the world, yet they’re banned in America.
While the Kinder Surprise menace is apparently clear and present, I’d venture there are at least a handful of greater threats to U.S. national security than chocolate eggs with toys inside them.

And so, as a public service to our American readers – at least the ones who don’t hang out at illicit Kinder Surprise dens in the bad part of town, piecing together tiny toys while riding a sugar high – here’s a glimpse into the strange cultural experience you’ve been missing.

The Pitch: “Milk chocolate with milky lining and surprise toy.” Slightly more concerning: “Warning: Toy not suitable for children under 3 years. Small parts might be swallowed or inhaled. Adult supervision recommended.”

The Look: Like an egg wrapped in foil. The shell is a light brown milk chocolate on the outside, and has what looks like a white chocolate coating on the inside. Once you break open the egg’s shell, there’s a large plastic capsule containing a toy that requires assembly (instructions included). My toy? A DIY giraffe.

The Controversy: Some people would like to see Kinder Surprise outlawed. Why? Because there’s concern that the toys inside the egg present a choking risk. The American ban apparently has to do with placing an inedible object inside an edible object; it’s a curious complaint, considering the popularity of perfectly legal foods like chicken wings or fortune cookies. Is the concern legitimate? Sure. But if you buy a candy with a choking-hazard warning on it, you’re probably not going to let your kid eat it on his/her own.
The Taste: Sweet, milky and waxy, and there’s not much of it. If you’re buying this for the chocolate, you’re nuts.

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RATINGS AND DETAILS
Cost: $1.40 for a 20 gram egg at Safeway in Calgary.
Value for cash money: Meh.
Availability: Supermarkets, corner stores, pharmacies, etc.
Nutrition?: No idea. The wrapper simply says: “Nutrition facts: Please contact us by mail.”
The verdict: Despite its status as a cherished object of nostalgia, let’s call a spade a spade: It’s a crappy toy (there, I said it) wrapped in some mediocre chocolate. As for America: I love you, but you have a choice: either allow these across your border, or kindly request that your politicians and talk-radio blowhards stop accusing other countries of being freedom-hating socialist nanny states.

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