By KATE HUNTER.
‘Oils Ain’t Oils.’
Apart from the appalling grammar, it’s one of the great slogans of all time. (Certainly better than ‘Valvoline, you know what I mean.’)
Because oils ain’t oils.
And my favourite honey isn’t home brand.
And Glad Wrap isn’t cling film.
I had a bad baking experience with generic brand flour so I like to insist on White Wings. You can call me Nanna.
This post is a bit of a rant.
Because I’m fed up with not being able to buy my favourites at the big supermarkets as their own brands hog the shelf space.
Like a sleeping toddler in my bed, their trickily-named, pseudo-elegantly packaged products are stealthily taking over.
I don’t have a problem with a plain packaged generic brand – it’s good to offer shoppers a bargain option. When I’m buying sauce for the post-footy under 12 sausage sizzle I’m all for the 2 litre home brand pump pack, but at home, on my own snags, I prefer Rosella.
And sometimes, increasingly, the big supermarkets don’t stock it – or they’ll ONLY keep the jumbo size, forcing me to buy more than I need. Or I go on a schlep around the supermarkets – a frustrated nomad in search of 500mls of sauce.