Slowly and carefully, Greg and I chewed, on the verge of both laughter and disgust as we tried to put a name to what it was we were tasting.
“It’s like a bad taco,” Greg said.
“Tequila or margaritas — regurgitated,” I said, thinking suddenly of a college night long, long ago.
It was actually vomit that we were sampling — vomit-flavored jelly beans, to be precise.
When we had passed a display of rather unappetizing-sounding new Jelly Belly flavors at the Fancy Food Show in New York City, we had known it was a silly gimmick but hadn’t been able to resist. And so we spent some unpleasant minutes with mouths full of centipede (which tasted like grass and earth), skunk spray (as billed) and canned dog food (think Chef Boyardee). (Canned dog food and centipede are new this year.)
Drawing the line at Baby Wipes, we decided to walk away while our tastebuds were still intact.
“I still taste Booger in my mouth,” Greg whispered as we slunk away.
Well, somewhat intact, I suppose.