Two new items. One rude, one disgusting:
Item the first:
For your health conscious pot head with the munchies.
This rude food malarkey has made me think about the UK. There seems to be tons of inappropriately named foods out here in Canada. Is it just because I am looking at things with the eyes of a bleedin’ foreigner that I notice them do you think? What if I go home and inspect the shelves of Glenfield Co-op thoroughly? Am I going to find lots of rude food I just never noticed because it was familiar to me and I mentally deleted it? I hope so. I am going shopping with fresh eyes next week and I will take my camera just in case.
Then there is the disgusting thing. To whit:
This is, unfortunately, exactly what it sounds like, tomato juice with added, pureed clams. Urgh! Bork! Glah! Euwwwww! is what we say. I was explaining this in the supermarket this afternoon as I was taking this picture. As I walked away a lady rushed up to me, pointed to a bottle of this very same stuff which was stubbornly residing in the bottom of her trolley and said with a winsome smile: ‘It’s not that bad!’
Clearly she worked for the Clamato Marketing Board.
The scepticism on my face must have shone through, for she followed it up with the words: ‘We drink it with vodka’. Like that was going to recommend it (yes. The only way this drink is palatable is if you get thoroughly shit faced. After the fourteenth double you will love it, and then spend the next week vomiting up sour fish guts). I canned this thought and smiled, saying: ‘Yes. I know. Like a Bloody Mary, right?’ to which she eagerly nodded assent. Then I added: ‘But with extra fish.’ And looked highly disapproving. She then said: ‘Well. You can’t really taste the fish.’
At this point I smiled and walked away thinking: ‘Well. What’s the fucking point of buying tomato juice with added clams if you can’t really taste the clams you pea brained half witted woman? Save yourself the extra three bucks a jar and just buy tomato juice. DUUUUUHHHHHHH!’
I am glad that I maintained my serenity and didn’t voice my thoughts. I’d have hated to have had to have a fight with a woman who was younger than me, fitter than me, and chock full of nutritious squeezed clam juice.
Eeeew! I’m glad I wasn’t eating when I read this…
i’ve been aware of Clamato my whole life, but have never, ever, seen it in giant plastic containers before. it always came in little bitty cans. the very thought of it is gag making… in giant plastic containers, it’s positively faint inducing. *pureed* clams?! i always thought it was some sort of clam juice or broth. gak! what a thought to take home with you.
safe trip!
Oh, you have to give us a break, what with prawn cocktail flavored potato chips, and all that. In my er, ahem, um, youth, I did laugh quite a lot eating Stoned Wheat Thins. I guess I still do when I see them in the store.
Safe journey.
Bev
inskusting yes?
Bronxbee
They are mad for it over here. Yeuch.
Ginger
Oh yes. I agree. But nothing is quite as vile as squeezed clam and tomato juice to me. You have raised interesting questions though over the acceptability of flavourings. I think it’s habit and use.