A friend of my wife hosted an in home sales party, something like Tupperware. Only it was for a brand of chocolates. One of the items my wife brought home was a jar of Cocoa Roma pasta sauce. It wasn’t sampled at the party but she though it sounded good. She prepared it last night for dinner. Basically just warmed up with some browned ground turkey and some spaghetti. In hindsight it might have been a good idea. It tasted terrible. We ended up at a local IHOP for dinner. She also bought a bottle of some BBQ sauce too. Not sure how that stuff tastes, not sure I want to know.
Just want to say that the words ‘cocoa’ and ‘pasta sauce’ just do NOT go together. It sounds revolting.
And salt tasting is just another bullshit scam. Salt is salt. I really hate those parties where you feel obligated to buy something. My ex used to drag me to those damn things and we ended up with a lot of Tupperware and some really tacky home decorator stuff.
For me, it’s coffee. That stuff smells just wonderful when it’s brewing, but let any of it get into my mouth, and I’ll spew it out in a heartbeat. I can’t even stand anything that vaguely tastes like coffee; coffee ice cream, for example.
Strawberry ice cream. It’s never as good as you think it’s going to be. I have had generic kinds; gourmet kinds; kinds that supposedly had chunks of strawberries in them; off-white, dye-free, artificial flavor-free kinds; kinds that were chock-full of chemicals; and not one ever succeeded in tasting remotely like a strawberry. Or like much of anything. They were all just kind of vaguely sweet.
A coffee joint on the next corner sells a cheddar-dill scone. I’d had several of them years ago, then went off them for some reason.
Last weekend I asked for one, split and spread with scallion cream cheese. Sounds good, right?
Nope. Cake-y texture, flavor not at all what I remembered. Maybe I should have asked them to toast it.
(Don’t ever do this. If you order a toasted bagel or bialy with cream cheese, you get melted cream cheese oozing out over EVERYTHING and very little adhering to the interior of the pastry.)
Roasted chestnuts. The famous song makes them sound so enticing but don’t fall for it because it’s a trap! I am not a picky eater in the least and I love nuts but roasted chestnuts are nasty as hell. The vile taste and texture are hard to describe but they are like vaguely spoiled, spongy, mealy, semi-sweet hunks of unidentifiable purification. They could have literally picked almost any other type of nut and it would have work out infinitely better - walnuts, pistachios, pecans etc. Those are all excellent but not so with chestnuts.
If I may go one step further, I’d say strawberries themselves. I’ve eaten them many times but they’re almost always disappointing. They’re a little tangy, a little sweet, but mostly bland. I usually end up having to add sugar or some other sweetner to them. I don’t have that problem wiith other types of ripe berries and fruits.
Grocery store strawberries are like grocery store tomatoes. With few exceptions, absolutely worthless tasting mostly of water and flavorless plant cellulose with a faint aroma of the fruit in question rather than the actual fruit.
I once bought some gorgonzola dolce because it sounded interesting. If I had bothered to actually think about it I would have realized that the combination of sweet and blue cheese would taste exactly how it sounds. I am somebody who will try almost anything once and I love almost all cheeses but this was just wrong (although there must be people who like it or they wouldn’t sell it).
You beat me to it – this concotion sounds a *lot *like an ersatz mole.
I’ve tried to like hot dogs all of my life. The sight and smell of 'dogs on a NYC vendor’s cart will make my mouth water and so I’ll try one every few years just to check if I suddenly like them. Nope. Same-o, same-o rubbery, hot bologna yick made of pig snouts and anus (anii?)