Delicious as a child, utterly disgusting as an adult:
Fluff
As a child it tastes like: Marshmallow goodness.
As an adult it tastes like: Glue.
Tidbits: I can remember a time when Fluff — like Wacky Packies, the game 7-5-3-1, and sneaking up on people and rubber-banding a hard piece of folded paper into their backsides — was the official stupid fad of my 5th grade class. I’m not sure who thought marshmallow would taste better when spread out on in a sandwich, but I can remember thinks that someone should have made some sort of sandwich spread out of Smarties.
Don’t knock the Fluff, though. That’s the pride of Massachusetts! We’ll defend Fluff to the ends of the Earth. And by the ends of the Earth I mean “Lynn”.
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I’ve never had Fluff, so I can’t comment on that. But that guy is so wrong about Fig Newtons.
Also a Massachusetts food! The pride of Newton, MA!
So are Necco wafers, come to think of it. I wonder where Dinty Moore is based?
They’re just made in Newton, right? Because there’s a plaque on a converted factory building near my apartment saying that’s where Fig Newtons were invented.
Apparently so. Don’t tell anybody from Newton; Fig Newton day is a treasured event for them.
Does fluff really taste bad now? Because my mouth waters at the thought of a peanut butter and fluff sandwich. But maybe I’d be better off sticking with pb and nutella, though its ties to fascism are worrying me.
I’ve had some relatively recently and it’s pretty appallingly sweet.