Nanaimo bars have been priced out of the market.
At least, if the market is me and my fellow potluckers. We come to potlucks in part for the wide variety of food. But also because you can get a full meal for merely the price of one portion of food. And if you are lucky (which is the real point of pot “luck”), you get to take food home with you to eat at a later point.
For years prairie potlucks (and funeral receptions) were known for such things as perogies, casseroles and Nanaimo bars. Over my almost four decades in church ministry I developed a slogan. If you want to get me something to eat, make if Nanaimo bars. I have harvested a rich reward over the years, to say nothing of an expanded waist line.
So, for the most recent potluck (last night) one participant asked if they could bring anything. I flippantly suggested Nanaimo bars. As we gather and set out the table, there were Nanaimo bars. I relished both the thought of biting into them and the realization that reality is better than the mere thought.
Now, to my credit, I did mention to her that the cost of store bought (and home-made) NB’s had gone up. She noted that the cost was way more than she had paid years ago.
Inflation has taken a bite out of us. Both financially and as a foodie. At the same time, that bite has caused deflation and I can hopefully soon buy a new (and smaller) belt!