|
 |
|
: EEFEAFuAuuRQsyhVVM
|
|
November 13 2005 -- The Enemy.
|
Well, it's been a while since I have reviewed something new, almost a week in fact. Sitting here this morning I have decided to get back to what matters and provide everyone with some quality reporting and write up something that matters. Today I will be reviewing one of America's biggest enemies. Something our children are now taught to fear, something the adults are embarrassed to even be near. Industries are built around the fear and the hate for it and if were up to some of the people in charge this thing would be eliminated from our society.
Carbohydrates.
Yes. I said it. Crucify me later but it had to get out there. Today I will indeed be reviewing a form of carbs and you are all going to have to sit there and watch it. You know you want to change the page and look away but the sheer horror and disgust that word brings you will force you to just stare at your screen and you'll be unable to look away.
There is the beast himself. Thomas' Sahara Pita Pockets. Multi grain flavor.
So it's not that bad, is it? Sure, it might look scary at first but once you really look at it a little closer you will see it really isn’t that bad. And yes, I know the picture stinks. If you have been reading this site you will know that my camera has no batteries, the charger melted down on me, I've been relying off my camera phone.
So the pita's themselves are very fluffy and light. The split open quite nicely and can withstand the weight of a large heaping of sausages and potatoes. I would not have thought much of that until I went and bought generic store brand pita's. Unlike the Sahara's the store ones were quite hard, like an entire pita made out of the crust of bread. They also did not open up very well. More often than not I have tried to open one only to find that it would split up on me and fall apart. There was no body to the thing. Not so with Mr. Thomas.
I still wonder why they have the whole Sahara theme going for these things. Not once while eating did I think I was in a dry sandy place with no water and camels walking around. Actually, if anything I thought of myself somewhere in NYC with a bunch of big haired women and muscled guys in white t-shirts all around me. Yay Italians.
4 cheeses. This is a good quality product, even if it is a dreadful carbohydrate.
Posted by LordJezo
|
|
|
