We’re probably all aware of the tongue-killing horror that comes from drinking orange juice right after a tooth-brushing.
Less horrible: Just now, I had a sip of Maker’s Mark (“At 4:30 on a Thursday, Lux?” “When he ain’t got no job, may a man not take his pleasures in the late afternoon, if he whishes?” “Of course, Lux. You are wise and terrible.” “Quite.”). Just before the bourbon, I’d killed a goodly portion of a tube of Thin Mints. Turns out that liquor+chocolate mint cookies=Scope (makes sense), but like, manly, woody Scope. The Scope that Clint Eastwood probably gargles with.
'Twas strange, and unexpected.
So tell me of the new and exotic taste sensations you’ve encountered by inadvertently mixing two foods that Nature never intended to be enjoyed simultaneously.
Or, you know, take pity on this OP, which is probably interesting only to me, and post your favorite theories about the nature of God or something, so that I don’t sink onto page two with 0 replies.