I feel sick, but content. Allow me explain.
Tonight I dined at perhaps my favorite restaurant in Tempe…the fine purveyor of all dishes Middle Eastern. Greg, TJ, and I all got the usual: chicken shawarma with basmati rice, hummus, baba ganouj, and pita bread on the side. It’s a lot of eating and we always end up feeling sick afterwards. I never regret it.
Today I made a couple additional purposes. The first I bought for the simple reason that I wanted to put the package up on chimpsahoy. For a mere thirty cents I got this delightful candy. You’d think by looking at the wrapper that the candy would be like a roller coaster of delights for the palette, right? Well that’s what I thought. It actually tastes like this. In other words, it tastes like this. Nasty, vile, filth of the candy world. I don’t know what was worse…the flavor of the bananko or the disillusionment at finding out the holy grail of candies is nothing but a load of trash.
The second purchase was much cooler. Here’s a picture of it, for all you curious little whelps. Yeah, I know, nothing fancy, but I have to support my local Haji Baba. I just hope the Arabic word isn’t profane or something; hopefully it’s not the word locals use to describe bananko crap candies. If the word turns out to be bad, it’s not a big deal because I can always turn the shirt inside out and enter a wet t-shirt contest…it’s pretty see-through.