Been swamped with Christmas hobnobbery and whatnots the past two days especially, and found three bits of information to be a little funny.
First: Got me mum a box of Cow Tales candy. If you’ve never had it, think slightly taunt yet doughy caramel with a cool creamy inner section. Sort of has a minty crispness to the center, like your mouth goes cold for a moment when you bite into it, though there is no mint within it at all. Odd yet good in a certain faux caramel way. Either way, while wrapping it up I checked for a price tag (to avoid le faux pas) and noticed that it was produced by none other than Goetze’s Candy company.
Anyone familiar with the goatse internet phenom will probably crack a smile right about now, and especially so once the main page for their website loads to show a boy holding onto a sign in similar ‘goatse’ fashion. Even worse, the sign shows a piece of candy who’s cross-section mimic’s the infamous image quite closely. (Note: If you have not seen it, and wish to both keep down your lunch for the week as well as avoid any additional mental trauma, I would not recommend researching the term or image associated with the phrase.)
Second, while opening up a tub-o-sour cream for an ambrosia salad for the Fam Dam, I was greeted with this image printed atop the foil seal.
Purty; quite. But why is it there? It’s not like you can see it until you take the cap of the thing off, so it’s not really for promotional value…odd and quaint, me thinks.
Third, mandarin oranges. Again because of the ambrosia salad, I needed to deal with this little brutes. I am not a fan of this mini-citrus devil, yet I love Clementines which appear quite similar. Tidbit of information being, I needed to drain a can of these oranges before I added them to the salad. Drained, then placed them on the back of the sour cream lid to make extra sure they were quite dry before I tossed them into the mix. (Took way too long to make the salad, but everyone tasting it said it was the best one yet, so I guess the time paid off!) While tossing them into the mix, I noted that these are perhaps the best idea for being ‘grubs’ or ‘demon doll tongues’ during those Halloween parties where you make kids touch stuff like spaghetti and say it’s brains, etc. I was looking directly at them in a well-lit room and even still I thought they felt rather bizarre.
Room temperature mandarin orange wedges are perhaps the most odd thing one could feel that I have yet to experience.
The more you know, folks.