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The idea for Toffee Crisp bars originated after an idea from John Henderson, the great-nephew of John Mackintosh – his wife Edith used to make Rice Crispie and chocolate cakes for their two children – he took some of these to the factory, and work began on developing a new product in the early 1960s. When the chocolate coated crispy bar was submitted to the Board they felt it needed something more, so after a lot of work from the experimental department, a soft toffee was added along the top, and Toffee Crisp was born.

The bars are sold in a bright orange wrapper with the words "Toffee Crisp" written with rounded lettering, bright yellow in colour with brown shadowing taking up most of the front. The texture of the bar is varied with the chocolate coating and the filling. A typical Toffee Crisp bar contains 12.2 g of fat, 8.0 g of which is saturated and 229 calories. Prices can range from 45p–65p.

The bar was moved to the Fawdon factory where it came from as the Castleford factory will shortly be shutting (due December 2012>), the last toffee crisp to be made in Castleford was on Thursday 15 December 2011, and from that day the toffee crisp equipment was sent over to Fawdon where it has continued to be produced.

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