I remember when I was a child I used to think of Klondike ice cream sandwiches like luxury items. My parents would buy maybe one box a year and they would spend a lot of time just in the freezer, but on a very special occasion they would take a couple out and split them between us. Just the foil, kind of crispier than other ice cream sandwiches, with its white-glaze appearance and light reflecting off of the navy blue logo, made it seem priceless. I don't think I've had one in almost 20 years, but it almost feels dirty knowing I can just go to the grocery store and presumably buy a box for an hour's worth of minimum wage work.