So I admit that this is likely stretching the definition of gift to its breaking point. Every once in a while when my granddaughter does a curbside pick up of our groceries we find odd things included. These are apparently complimentary samples. For the most part they go directly into the bin. Sometimes without even a taste.
Sample #1
I decided I would at least try this. I like coffee and at one time I was happy to have the classic Coke once in a while although I haven’t indulged for years.
Poured over ice it foams much like root beer. It has a most peculiar and unpleasant smell. I have no idea where this might originate. It dissipates somewhat after it has been poured for a while. I don’t think I will even attempt to describe the taste.
Next up Humble Chips. These are sea salt and cider vinegar flavoured. They disappeared into my granddaughter’s stash of snacks.
Finally. Vegan sausages.
At the moment I can only shudder but I have tossed them into the fridge and perhaps at some point I will screw up my courage enough to investigate further.
