I failed to make good on my promise to hit Target first thing on Sunday morning to score more old-style Necco Wafers. By the time I got to the store today, the Halloween clearance shelves had been picked over by the local locusts. I did, however, find some of the Haloween edition Jones soda, for which I have a known weakness.
I should have known the taste test wouldn’t have turned out well when He Who Will Not Be Ignored refused to participate, especially after I had decanted room-temperature samples into paper cups.
The cup on the left is the Spookiwi (Frankenstein’s Monster can), and the cup on the right is the Buried Pomegranate (vampire can). After tasting both, I can safely say that if you didn’t tell me what the flavors were supposed to be I would never have identified them as kiwi and pomegranate. They were cloyingly sweet, which was to be expected from a drink pitched to kids. As for the bottled Monster Mojito, the less said, the better. Lime and mint may go together in a mixed drink, but without the alcohol it’s just a flavor disaster.
That’s the public service I perform for you: Tasting the bad stuff so you don’t have to.
“Tasting the bad stuff so you don’t have to.”
Oh, yeah? Come over and have some Jell-O. I dare you.
I think the day after Halloween should be a another holiday, like Boxing Day–adults go house to house, giving leftover candy to whomever opens the door.
I assure you that even melted Jell-O tastes better than the soda.
The Crème de Menthe Frappé was mildly unpleasant, hardly a flavor disaster. There’s a Jell-O version of fruitcake coming up – perhaps you’d like to try that….
I exaggerate for effect.
Are you daring me to try Jell-O fruitcake?
I triple dog dare you.
Your breach of dare etiquette is unacceptable. You can’t go directly from a dare to a triple dog dare.