Octopus (Canned)
Don’t be fooled by the sketch’s friendly smile. I’ve officially experienced a new Picky Niki low. The smell, for one, was horrific. I had to put on the fan, scrub all the offending dishes right off and light a girly candle. Still lingered like a bad dream. And the texture, good lord. Not exactly chewy; not exactly rubbery. Chubbery? I was warned against trying this “delicacy” from a can, but this website made it sound so benign. It’s totally not.
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