Although some of you, no doubt, are expecting that I’m going to admit that eating an entire soft shell crab was a gross thing for me to do, I can admit that I have sunk far, far lower on the grossness scale.
When I was about 6 years old, I thought that spray cheese (I believe my preferred brand was called Squeeze-A-Snack) was the best treat in the world. Every once in a while, my mom would buy a tube for my brother and I and we’d squeeze it onto crackers, our fingers and, yes, sometimes directly into each other’s open mouths. It was gross, gross, gross but we thought it was fantastic!
(Truthfully, I cringe just typing out this account — that stuff was so filled with preservatives that now when people sometimes comment about how few wrinkles I have for my age, I can’t help but wonder if the Squeeze-a-Snack is the cause.)
In the last 35 years, I’ve changed my mind about eating processed stuff like squeeze cheese; but my mother, finding some in Florida recently, brought me this can as a blast from the past. That she spent money on it is disturbing; however, having the can on my desk for a few weeks has led to some very funny conversations and more than a few worried looks from visitors!
After taking this snapshot, Sabrina and I tried these crackers and neither of us could take a second bite. As Sabrina aptly observed, this “cheese” tasted like a plastic version of the powder inside a package of Kraft Dinner but with more salt. Yeah, it was that good. Blech.
What’s the grossest thing you’ve eaten and loved for even a short time? Was it a childhood fancy, a drunken mistake or a matter of being under the spell of an exotic place or person?