I think I was born a generation too late for Ovaltine. Instead I’d beg my mom for some Nestlé Quick whenever we went to the grocery store. In fact, I don’t think I’d ever heard of Ovaltine outside of A Christmas Story.
But I found a jar of it in, of all things, the international food aisle while I was doing my own grocery shopping today.
I really didn’t know what to expect. For some reason I thought it was supposed to be a healthy drink; something akin to Metamucil. But no, it’s basically chocolate milk mix with a bit of Maltesers thrown in.
Which, when it comes down to it, isn’t a bad thing at all.