Negative one thousand out of ten.
I know that isn’t on the scale. Nothing on the scale would do. This is possibly the worst thing I have ever put in my mouth, and I had already put a creamed corn Oreo in my mouth that night.
It tastes like smoke and mud. The closest description I can give: a little bit of dirt in your mouth, and then a chain smoker walks up and blows smoke into it. That’s the flavour. That’s actually the flavour.
Matti could not take a bite. Not wouldn’t - couldn’t. The smell alone was enough, and honestly she made the right call. I kept the bin open next to me.
It ruined my night, then my day, then arguably my week. Don’t.