Strange snacks and wacky weirdness

800 Days of AFC

Today marks the 800th day of the existence of Armenian Fungus Cake, and the exact moment of this post’s publication is 69,105,000 seconds since the first article ever appeared on this site. Things like years and months are irrelevant; these are the types of milestones we observe here.

If we’d continued at our original rate of one article per author per weekday, we’d have a little over 1,000 articles on the site by now. Of course that’s not a sustainable level of creativity, so we’re instead hoping to start bringing you something good every week or so instead. We’ve been promising a detailed review of The Sandwich That Killed Elvis for almost two years now. This might be the year it finally happens…

Bikano Badam Lachha

...and then all these potatoes started exploding...

…and then all these potatoes started exploding…

We at Armenian Fungus Cake are sad to report that there seems to have been some sort of terrible accident in the Bikano snack factory. That’s the only possible explanation for Bikano Badam Lachha. Without any direct evidence, it’s hard to say exactly what happened, but it appears to have gone something like this:

There were apparently several vats of oil, various containers of nuts, assorted spices, and a large number of potatoes. These things all seem to have been stored in close proximity to each other. Some sort of spontaneous reaction started in the potatoes which caused them to begin seething and rumbling. The vibrations from all these perturbed potatoes then caused the nuts, oil, and spices to spill out and to form a giant masala mess. Then to add to the chaos, the potatoes started popping. The combination of nuts, spices, oil, and exploded potatoes apparently formed Badam Lachha. We’re not sure of the actual meaning of “Badam Lachha”, but we think it might mean “be careful where you put your potatoes”.

This isn’t to say that Badam Lachha isn’t delicious, just that it clearly must have been the result of some unexpectedly ruptured tubers. How else can you explain this odd combination of nuts and spices, not to mention all of those shredded potatoes?

Regent Cheese Rings

Cheese ring power...exude!

Cheese ring power…exude!

Recently, we received an unsolicited application from someone who wanted to join our culinary crime-fighting team. I’m not quite sure who started the rumor that the Federal Bureau of Foreign Culinary Relations has money to pay for more staff, but the job market is bad these days and I suppose people will lower themselves to anything when they’re desperate.

The anonymous applicant forgot to include his name or any contact information, so we couldn’t hire him even if we wanted to. He also didn’t really specify how he’d be useful to the FBFCR. He didn’t say that he’d be willing to taste frightening fish snacks, nor did he claim to have any special knowledge that might allow us to finally defeat the Croatian Clown Conglomerate. In fact, his whole pitch seemed to be pictorial in nature. Apparently, his only real skill is the ability to shoot cheese rings from his hands. Well that, and the ability to dress up in tight-fitting costumes, but the last thing we need is any more of that going on at the office.

I’m sure he thought that including a bag of his hand secretions would help to seal the deal, but come on, that was really a bit creepy. I mean, they tasted good and all, but don’t send that stuff with your job application. It just doesn’t look right.

Behold the Hedgehog!

You might have noticed that we haven’t been quite as prolific in our production of playful punditry lately. Of course there was a perfectly good reason for this. You see, a bit of acronym confusion caused us to get mixed up in a bit of a situation. You might recall that the countries of East Mangoustan and West Mangoustan were happily reunited some time ago, at which point we thought our involvement with them and their politics had come to an end.

Unfortunately, relations between the government of unified Mangoustan and residents of the former East Mangoustan have become quite strained. The former East Mangoustanis feel that they aren’t gaining the economic benefits that they were promised during the reunification process. One resident was heard to remark, “Before, everyone could afford corn and mustard, but no one could afford Shocking Popping Candy. Now, everyone can afford Shocking Popping Candy, but no one can afford corn and mustard!”

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CoffeeGo Candies

The Seventh City of Something

The Seventh City of Something

Good afternoon, readers.

Working on the foreign foods desk at AFC can be exhausting work. We must suffer through long, demanding work days, horrendously dull meetings, endless revisions, and the eating itself, which is quite taxing.

So, sometimes, we begin to feel a little down. We feel that the world and its foods are against us. Productivity plummets. People get fired. Articles don’t get written. We go on hiatus for half a year. Things like that. I’m sure many of you can sympathize. So, in order to actually get back in the swing of things, we need a pick-me-up. Of course, we’ve tried things like energy drinks and shots, but those can be a little overkill, and can cause some gastrointestinal problems in conjunction with the plethora of palatables we go through.

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Haribo Quaxi Gummi Frogs

I have nothing to say to you.

I have nothing to say to you.

Haribo is known for making various soft candies. In our travels, we’ve come across German-language and English-language versions of bears, worms, and fruits. We were a bit more surprised to find frogs (kurbağa) from Turkey in this Haribo bag. These frogs were apple flavored with a sugary white belly. As far as candy goes, they were quite good. The more interesting aspect is comparing the things that frogs of various nationalities say.

On their respective packages, English-speaking Haribo frogs say “fresh ‘n chewy!” (the dot on the exclamation point is a heart…could it be another secret message?), while German-speaking Haribo frogs say “mein fröschli!”, which means “my froggy!” The exclamation point also includes a heart on this one. Apparently frogs can be quite romantic.

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