Lately, my partner and I have been buying roasted seaweed snacks from Costco and eating them through the day. They’re really quite delicious, but they’ve turned our cozy little home into a biohazard Superfund site.
It’s fine if we just eat a single pack. If we eat two packs, the house starts getting just a bit gassy, like “bean and cheese burrito that’s just a little expired” kinda bad. Nothing we can’t handle. As vegetarians, we’re used to roleplaying as ruminants, but sadly our stomachs aren’t. Sulfur is the third roommate.
By the time we eat three or more packs a day, the house starts to smell like how I imagine a teenaged Aquaman would: a mix of sweaty angst, sexual frustration, and fish carcass. And these miasmas… they linger in wait, just daring you to accidentally stumble back into their clouds of despair after having left the room minutes or hours ago. They never really go away, and seem to have developed tidal effects where they’re stronger at certain times of the night, particularly under a full moon. Our house is now permanently haunted by these little pockets of putrid regret.
What gives…? What sort of ancient evil have we awoken? On paper these are just algae cooked in sunflower & sesame oil and coated in a small ocean of salt. Granted, the Costco packs are huge, and each individual package has like 4-5x more than you’d find in a similarly-sized Trader Joe’s carton, but still… it’s just seaweed. Why do they wreak such horror on the digestive system?
Is it just us? The reviews don’t seem to mention this phenomenon, and this doesn’t happen to us with most other things we eat.
Are we cursed?