Ah yes. I remember this part of Dante’s Inferno. Not the third circle — gluttony — but the sixth, heresy. It’s a little known fact that Farinata degli Uberti was condemned to eternal, fiery punishment due to his perverse use of pumpkin flour. You’ve been warned.
Thanks to Elan, for documenting his purgatorial shopping trip.
My friend Forrest found these delightful little peppers in his garden. I think Nature was trying to tell him something.
I can’t tell if this is a terrible idea for a snack, an elaborately offensive joke, or both.
Yeah, let’s go with both.
(Thank you, Mary Kate, for documenting this horror.)
As awful as the idea of coconut gouda sounds, and to a rational person who does not author a blog on terrible food, it sounds pretty foul, the very idea of it cannot live up to the sheer horror of tasting it.
It’s not even the coconut, per se. There are cheeses made of coconut. But the folks who made this abomination, people who were clearly willing to leave a stain on their national history for the sake of a demented attempt at innovation, didn’t think natural coconut tasted coconuty enough to hold up to the gouda. So they added artificial coconut flavouring too.
The result is that biting into this cheese is like going into a Body Shop and drinking one of their perfumes, then chasing it with a bit of smoky cheese.
All kinds of philosophical questions are running through my head right now. Who would do something like this? What would compel them to create this monstrosity? Did they run focus groups, and were those people taking the piss when they filled out their questionnaires or did they really like it? And what kind of person actually buys this and eats it?
Me. That’s who. Me.
I’m not sure what’s worst about this box of pumpkin spice Cheerios. Is it that all foods in America are adulterated with pumpkin spice starting in August these days? The Starbucksification of every meal of the day? Or is it the fact that it would be really easy to make your own pumpkin spice breakfast cereal by just sprinkling some cinnamon and nutmeg on it before pouring the milk?
Oh, the humanity.
(Thank you, Christopher, for the photo.)
Just because you like two things, doesn’t mean they always go together. Like swimming and calligraphy, for example. Or takeout pizza and the opera. Or…. you get the idea.
Thanks to Margie for the photo and the nightmares.
Toronto is a fantastic food city. Just about every dining option you can imagine is available. Including, apparently, Howard.
Tasty, tasty Howard.
(Thanks for this, Vanessa!)