Tis the season, the only season that matters, the season that Halloween candy finally starts appearing on the shelves. Unfortunately, that also means candy corn has made its foul return, a crumbling and earwax-esque concoction that, like your racist grandparent, you only give a pass because it’s been around for so…
First they brought the tuducken, and we said nothing. They brought the cherpumple, and we said almost nothing. But now, we can be silent no longer in the face of the ultimate Thanksgiving abomination.
Okay, yes, they're only dating. But still! Thanks to Megan for reminding us of this particular abomination: Sandra Lee's Kwanzaa cake.
Yesterday, at a bakery which shall remain nameless, I witnessed perhaps the most sinister pastry ever. No, your eyes do not deceive you: That's indeed a diner-style "scone" studded with Oreos. It practically glowers, angered by its own existence.