This awesome picture is brought to you courtesy of some friends of ours here who found this jewel in our local market and left is somewhat anonymously on our doorstep tonight. Husband Dear is convinced that the "f" needed to be an "s" on this packaging, but I think there's room to argue that the consistency of the um, treat, inside may have led the marketing folks to the wrong descriptive word in the dictionary. Needless to say after a week of tough classes and back to school colds, this provided much laughter and comic relief.
And I must say that, hands down, this is the best barf I've ever tasted--you knew that was coming right?
