Unilever no longer produces the brand in Canada. It is sold in Australia and New Zealand under the Streets brand. It is sold in Italy in all supermarkets by Algida, and in Israel by Strauss, under the name Fantasia ("פנטסיה") [8] as well as Germany, [9] Greece [10] and Austria. [11] It is sold in Japan by Morinaga & Company. In Finland, Viennetta is sold under the Ingman brand. [12]

Pot Noodles taste much less synthetic and gnarly these days. Even in the 80s we sensed there was something a bit so-wrong-it’s-right here. There was a definite aftertaste and a smattering of dehydrated veg that would weld to the teeth. I think both of us have changed. Cup noodles no longer feel as exciting as space food and Pot Noodle has taken out all the additives that gave you a raging thirst and a momentary belief you could stage a coup and take down Thatcher, before leaving you needing a nap. I feel they are the poorer for this. 2/5Every time I walk by a supermarket ice cream area my eyes go to the place where I find a Viennetta while my mind wander to my childhood when having a slice of Viennetta was a show that was involving all senses. From the eyes being amazed by the waves on the top, to the crunch of the many chocolate layers, to the great taste that my mouth was sure would enjoy soon. The worst part and the most disappointing of all is the watery taste of the ice cream. If I would be asked to taste it blindfolded and guess the taste of it I would probably think I am having some crushed ice.

Nowadays, having a Viennetta is disappointing at all levels. Apart from the shape and waves, everything is poor, if not bad. As I write today, now in my 40s and living the London life of a Guardian columnist – knee-deep in fancy quinoa, invites to juicing bars and nutritional yeast as a condiment – I confess that I have quit processed food almost entirely. I am at least two years clean since my last Greggs cheese pasty. My fridge is filled with the rainbow of fresh colours that nutritionist Amelia Freer advises us to eat. I am the perfect example of the working-class woman who took notice of all the health warnings. I spent time in California, where my colleagues lived on goji berries and activated sprouts and no one had more than 10% body fat. Their skin gleamed, their bones stayed dense and no one was off work with gout. I cut refined carbs, factory foods and chemical flavourings from my life. What I am left with, alongside a Holland & Barrett loyalty card and a smaller waist, is a confused and jumbled identity.

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The chocolate layers inside are gone; those rare very thin layers are lost inside. Just by cutting a slice, you can barely see them, and there is not much to taste either. This one is a dodgy one so use your own discretion, it carries a gluten free logo which means under UK law it has to test as having less than 20ppm (which is safe Coeliac level) otherwise it is illegal to label as gluten free, it does however also carry a may contain warning, these are the only ice creams on here that have a may contain You can feast your eyes on the individual shopping lists down at the end of this post, but basically the Co-op was indeed the winner for the same branded frozen food.

A long running UK advertising campaign for the product used the slogan "one slice is never enough", which is still occasionally used in promotion efforts. I would like to express my disappointment at the uneventful experience that having a slice of Viennetta has become.

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Who am I without processed food? Am I even working class any more? I certainly still have to work. But I have spent years in the north railing against my family for adding Anchor squirty cream to already creamy items, for loving a Toby carvery. I have stood at Christmas gatherings reminding people that the only way not to gain weight in December is to eat no Quality Street or mint Matchmakers at all. The words “preachy tosspot” surfaced from some of my closer family. I suppose I was trying to be helpful. Or trying to communicate my newer, fresher religious awakening. Sugar is the false god. The real saviour – gather round, people – is a Fitbit and fresh air.

In 2004 Viennetta launched the Selections range. This included fruits of the forest, chocolate brownie and double crisp. To celebrate its 21st birthday, the traditional ice cream wave was increased in size. Fashion stylist: Kara Kyne. Prop stylist: Elena Horn. Food stylist: Dagmar Vesely at Hers agency. Hair and makeup: Sarah Cherry using Bobbi Brown and Kerastase. Knitted skirt and wrap sweater, both Diane von Furstenberg at Harvey Nichols. St James cake stand and silver-plated tea set, both fortnumandmason.com. Table and chairs, conranshop.com. The two favourite flavours still exist, Mint and Vanilla, and Strawberry joined the range specially for summer 2013.

Switch to fresh veg instead, and you can get a whopping 3.5kg of parsnips, Brussel sprouts, carrots and mini roasts for 76p from Lidl, 4.5kg for 85p from Aldi! McCain Roasts, Aunt Bessie’s yorkies and parsnips, Viennetta, and own-brand frozen peas and frozen brussel sprouts are all pretty widely available. Now much as I love our local East of England Co-op, it isn’t the only supermarket running Christmas special offers. I believe that at the heart of the processed-food debate is class war. Delicious, fructose-syrup-drenched, MSG-sprinkled class war. So, while I have no doubt Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall and hapless Moby, who argues food stamps shouldn’t pay for junk, are sincere, I wonder if they really know what they are up against, or how the noises they make really sound.