Yesterday I ate something that made me realise
how lucky I am: Pringles Limited Edition Mint Choc.
Ever since my stint of life in London, I
get very excited when I see something that is flavoured with mint and
chocolate. Mint Magnums, Mint Terry's Chocolate Oranges, After Eight Easter
eggs, I salute them all. Enter these Pringles, found in a late night shop on the
Hermannstrasse.
I can just imagine someone in a
high-powered Pringle job, going, 'Yes! A sweet savoury snack! This is the best
idea ever.' But it just. Doesn't. Work.
Have the Pringles people tasted them, I
wonder? Or are they just too American minded over there at the Kellogg company (which
owns the brand) to understand the lovely way mint chocolate is supposed to
taste?
The Kellogg vision is 'to enrich and
delight the world through foods [...] that matter'. Their mission? 'Nourishing
families so they can flourish and thrive.' Well, not with this product they
won't.
The pale crisps looked not unlike normal
Pringles, actually, and tasted salty and Pringle-like, but with a very distinct
sauce of synthetic chewing gum flavouring poured over. I couldn't detect any
chocolatey taste at all but that may have been the abundance of chewing gum
flavouring taking up every receptor in my nose and mouth.
They were the most awful thing I have
tasted in a long time. I didn't even eat one whole Pringle. Just thinking about
them now makes me feel a bit wobbly with nausea.
So why did I feel so lucky? I realised that
most of the food I get to eat is actually, even when not outstanding, edible at
the very least, and most often palatable too. After just the one choc mint
Pringle I was thankful for all the lovely food that's available to us all. And
thankful because I won't be nourishing my family with this horrible, contrived
product.
