Not of the rainbow-jersey wearing variety, but urban hippies. They eat organics, do yoga, and look nice.
I have not been a hippie, but do like assimilating into my social groups.
Therefore, when I was told that carob rice cakes were a delicious treat- I bought one. So sincere was my flatmate when she extolled their virtues.
I couldn't even eat the whole thing.
"You'll be back," she told me.
And I was.
I finished my rice cake. Bought another. I complained without conviction as I ate it.
By the third carob rice cake I was hooked. I love them. I am obsessed with them. A turn of events that I did not expect.
This was marvellous! There was something to this healthy-eating thing.
Having had such outrageous success with carob, I couldn't wait.
When I bit into my first bean, the intense flavour was overwhelming.
The flavour of a spider cocoon. Filled with eggs and wrapped in tree bark.
Surely that was a dud one! (I hoped).
Nope. They all taste like that.
I am praying that this bag of expensive spider treats soon turns into a glorious taste surprise.