It’s not always magic, laughter, and rainbows here in North American Snackworld. Sometimes it’s the opposite. Sometimes the storebought edibles I fall prey to can barely even be called “edibles”. But hey, you live and learn, right?
Well, you might. I think we all know I’ll keep buying ridiculous snacks regardless of how many times I’m bitten (not twice shy). After all, as even this post shows, there’s always a sugary light at the end of the tunnel.
The worst. The worst the worst the worst.
With an extra side of worsererness.
Dates and “toffee flavour” and golden syrup in waxy tangy cheese.
This is the kind of thing that makes me glad I’m lactose intolerant, and upset at myself for pretending I’m not while at the grocery store.
Did I mention this was the worst?
How is it possible for there to exist a peanut butter flavoured with honey that tastes neither of peanut butter nor honey? What kind of devil work is this? America, you can keep your Skippy peanut butter. I’ll be sticking with my country’s Skippy The Bush Kangaroo.
Okay, so these President’s Choice Gorgonzola Flavoured Mini Cheese Crackers weren’t terrible, per se. The first bite was quite nice, as I do love blue cheese. However, after two seconds of gorgonzola flavour, the crackers dissolved into a sweetish paste that reminded me of why I’ve never liked Ritz crackers.
However, this cereal does get points for teaching me the phrase “Pas de Pops sur mon gazon”. Now that’s bound to come in handy next time I visit France.
I wanted Chubby Hubby. I wanted peanut butter-filled chocolate-covered pretzels. Instead, I ended up with Ben & Jerry’s Caramel Hat Trick, which is described as Caramel Ice Cream with Swirls of Caramel & Fudge Covered Caramel Chunks.
Pretty good, initially, but then too sweet. I’m so pretentious these days; every time I have straight caramel, I end up wishing for Maldon sea salt flakes to sprinkle on top.
I could eat handfuls of Cracker Jack for always.