They looked like a bait can full of worms, all shrivelled and brown and lying in their packet. When released however, they were a taste sensation! "What's that shooting pain in my cheeks?", cried Meg. "Why have I produced a litre of saliva in only six seconds?", exclaimed Luke. "My tongue hath ditholved!", I slurred. Or, as Ralph Wiggum would say, "It tastes like ... burning!"
Later on, after dinner and in the absence of any quality television whatsoever, we returned to said hoof-and-sugar product for a thorough Finchley (Road) Three analysis. We tried to imagine comparable flavours. Dishwasher tablets! Nine-volt battery! Alum! We stuffed three at a time into our mouths to see who could hold them in there the longest without flinching. We read the ingredients (ammonium sulphite somethingorother ... god gawd!). We discovered that they were made in Amsterdam the Netherlands ... our curiosity was sated.
(Addendum: According to the Sainsbury's site, they're also available in "apple" and "strawberry" flavours. Mmmm. Still, it's better than "ming" and "wall" I guess)
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