My friend told a story of his Grandmother’s famous peanut butter chip cookies. Before one long trip, she ran out of peanut butter chips, so she used chicken fat and apple sauce as replacements. Creative, but not very tasty, and the offending cookies were tossed… out the car window. My friend said it best, “A senseless waste of peanut-butter chips!”
Once, I worked at a bake sale during a basketball game in high school. A classmate brought in really pretty candy cane-shaped cookies. The bright red contrasted cozily with the beige sugar dough. Two upperclassmen bought two of those candy cane cookies each, and greedily stuffed them in their mouths. Then their tongues rolled out in disgust, cheerful red cookie bits flying.
I looked on wide-eyed and shrugged, “I didn’t make those….”
The night wore on and almost all the baked goods sold except for those darn candy cane-shaped cookies.
My classmate bounced over after the game, “Gosh, I wonder why those didn’t sell better?”
“I don’t know, the people who bought them said they tasted weird.”
“I guess it was the ketchup”
“Yeah, I didn’t have any food coloring, so I added ketchup to make the red stripes.”