Will Dylan Eat It: Dollar Tree Candy, Part 3
Will Dylan Eat It?

This is part three of a three-part series. Part one is available here, while part two is here.

I'm just going to go on record right now and say that I have absolutely no interest in finishing this article. We did this taste-test three weeks ago, and none of the things we tried turned out to be all that gross. They were unpleasant, yes, but not the kind of world-shattering horror you would expect from cheap shitty candy from Dollar Tree. When something's labeled "Gummy Pizza" and it contains stale rubbery bits and a packet of mysterious liquid candy goop, you expect it to taste like the inside of Alf's ass after a three-week Planet Melmac-wide bender. You don't expect it to just taste mildly unpleasant and sour. I demand more from the shit we sample for "Will Dylan Eat It", and so should you. From now on, hell hath no fury like a bizarre food scorned.

Gummy Pizza

Gummy Pizza.
If Domino's sold this, they'd be accused of war crimes.
This stale gummy horror was first sampled by the boys at the now-defunct Don't Eat This.net, which was one of the inspirations for this series. On that mourned site, a couple of guys wearing funny hats, in true Mythbusters style, sampled a variety of questionable cuisine from around the world and dollar stores. One of the first treats they sampled was this, the less-than-famed Gummy Pizza. Even they had a hard time getting through this shit, which considering that they also tried Hormel Pork Brains in Milk Gravy, makes this kind of disappointing. It's bad, but it's not awful enough to provoke that kind of reaction from hardened culinary criminals.

To start off, looking at the packaging, this doesn't seem all that unappealing (at least, if the concept of gummy replicas of real food hasn't turned you off already). It's brightly-colored, with the assorted components nicely laid out, each with callouts. The packaging says "Make Your Own", which reminds me of hippies "rolling their own", probably because to willingly eat this, you'd have to be stoned and have a serious case of the munchies. Sadly, we didn't have the benefit of marijuana to make this appetizing.

As you probably figured out, this is one of those candies that's also sold as a sort of activity, the kind that is supposed to keep your kids busy on a rainy day. If you can pull them away from the Playstation, that is, since this isn't that much fun. You take the "crust" (which is a sort of vaguely stale-feeling gummy thing), add "sauce" (which is similar to the sour stuff that came with the Mallow Fries, but with a flavor like lemon-scented floor cleaner), "toppings" (more gummy bits), and "cheese" (a yellow powder that resembles a really cheap grade of cocaine). As you can see in the picture at the top, the end result actually looks kind of neat, if not appetizing.

It tastes like ass.

The taste, however, wasn't. The "sauce" (I hesitate to use that word) smelled like lemon-scented floor cleaner, and tasted just like you'd imagine. The gummy "crust" was stale and slightly crackly. Fortunately, the fake cheese and gummy toppings had very little flavor to drown out the nastiness of the "sauce". Maybe they thought they really couldn't compete.

The Maitre d's reaction wasn't as strong than everyone else's:

Compared to some of the other selections, this wasn't totally horrible. The tart citrus-flavored powder covered over the seriously,-WTF-is-this-flavor? taste of the gummi. I like sour stuff so this was fine with me... but honestly, there's a lot better sour candy out there.

Gummy Cookies

Gummy Cookies.
Definitely not home-baked.
Like the so-called pizza, these gummy "cookies" have an assortment of toppings you're supposed to put on the gummy base to "Make Your Own" (as the packaging exhorts you to do...not that it makes me very enthusiastic about the process). Like the Gummy Pizza, this is very attractively packaged, with the kind of background you'd expect for a bag of cookies claiming to be home-baked.

The cookies themselves weren't attractive at all. Flat pieces of the same kind of gummy stuff as the pseudo-pizza, they had the texture of really old breakfast cereal. On top of it went the "icing" and sprinkle-bits.

Gummy Cookies.
Sticky and gross.
The "icing" that comes with these fake cookies is some of the stickiest junk on Earth. Stickier than Marmite, it refused to even come out of the little plastic pouch. It wasn't even clear like so-called "liquid" candy usually is, either. Instead, it was a cloudy, milky color that made it look like...well, okay, so this isn't exactly a family site, but even I hesitate to mention the possibility that we were consuming concentrated jizmoglobin.

The topping bits came in two varieties. The first was the traditional candy sprinkles, with no difference I could tell from the kind you put on cupcakes. The second...the second were disgusting, vaguely gummy chocolate bits that look like Nerds. Well, okay, more like Nerd turds. They had a strange, chocolaty and chewy texture that made us gag.

It was with the gummy cookies that we finally hit paydirt with the Maitre d's reaction:

Dylan will not eat it.

No, no, no, no no no NO NO NO. Gummy texture and chocolate flavor do not mix, yet these cookies flagrantly combine the two.

Actually, it's worse than that. You take a sugar-encrusted vanilla or chocolate gummi cookie. Then you spread some icing on it, which I think they make by combining one jar of paste with one cup of sugar. Then you put sprinkles on it. Sprinkles. On a freaking gummi cookie. NO.

And finally, you top it off with pseudo-chocolate-candy pieces. Again, ignoring the abominable combination of gummi and chocolate that this creates, this isn't even real chocolate. I'm not sure what it is, but it's gross.

The gummy cookies were the only candy I didn't finish. I spit it out. It wasn't that I actually gagged, but it was heading that way and I didn't feel like throwing up.

There. It's fucking done. Don't expect me to be so merciful next time. Next time, we're visiting the Asian market and finding the most disgusting cat-food-smelling snacks they have.

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New idea

We need to do a video edition of WDEI. You can open it by saying, "Hi, my name is Chad Rasnake, writer of such inflammatory articles as 'College Football Makes You Gay,' and I demand foods be DISGUSTING AS ALL HELL."

See, it's like you're Michael Bay, except you demand disgusting foods rather than AWESHOMENESS.

Except...

Except that isn't my name.

OK, fine...

"Hi, my name is Lord Chadarino Biscotti, Duke of Krakow, and Lord of All Assylvania, and I demand everything be AWESHOME."

You're disturbed.

Your rantings are obviously a sign of a diseased mind. Fortunately, your obvious mental disorders mean that you are not a threat to me.

You shall be allowed to live...for now.

And do not say I am not merciful.

And do not say that I am not merciful. As a dedicated Social Darwinist, I usually make it a policy to demand the immediate elimination of those with mental disorders and inferiority, so that we do not waste society's resources on pointless attempts to "cure" your delusions. However, in your case, you amuse me enough to make an exception. You should feel honored.

Just going to point out...

The whole "Lord Chadarino Biscotti" thing is a Charlieism, so don't blame me.

Or so you claim.

So the man with the diseased mind claims, but your diseased mind believes all sorts of crazy things. I do blame you, but as I said, I am merciful and will tolerate your continued existence...for now.

I do claim.

Because I'm pretty sure I can find the post on TVGA.

Yes...

But again, it would take a diseased mind like yours to actually believe such a thing.

And do not say that I am not merciful. As a dedicated Social Darwinist, I usually make it a policy to demand the immediate elimination of those with mental disorders and inferiority, so that we do not waste society's resources on pointless attempts to "cure" your delusions.

Chadarino, your German is showing.

Godwin strikes again.

You know who else was German, don't you?

Indeed.

Only a truly disturbed person would misconstrue what I said as endorsing...well, you know.

Eugenics?

That too.

Well, that too. But the other thing. The one where you invoked Godwin's Law.

Well...

You know who else went around killing people they thought were mentally disturbed or inferior, don't you?

How the bloody hell...

... did we get from an article about crappy gummy candy (and crappi gummi candi) to a Godwin Shootout?

This is all your fault.

This is all your fault, of course. Your diseased mind immediately associates everything with...well, you know.

I think we can all agree that you're both horrible people.

So, is that meant to imply...

So, is that meant to imply that while you are horrible, you are no longer "people"?

Yes.

He's not a horrible person, he's a really good lich.

And by "a good lich" I mean "good at being a lich." Liches are horrible, thus a good lich wouldn't be good, he'd be horrible.

Not necessarily.

Not necessarily. While the acts required to become a lich (including but not limited to sacrificing other sapient beings, making pacts and alliances with unholy beings, dabbling in forbidden magics, and/or delving into other Things Man Was Not Meant To Know) are horrible, it is technically possible for a lich to later on feel remorse for these things. This remorse does not necessarily make him bad at being a lich, as it does not necessarily require one to be horrible (in the sense of being "full of horror") in order to be successful at lichdom (which generally involves amassing power for himself, which would not be in and of itself an evil act - it is the purpose for which he would use that power which would make it good or evil).

So, not necessarily.

You know...

I just realized that normal discussion threads inevitably bring up Nazis, thus invoking Godwin's law. Our discussion threads inevitably bring up Chuckles-boy's semi-concealed state of undeath.

So...

Rasnake's Law?

I'm quite living. No living being would eat gummy "things." And I did not partake.

Can't be that...

Can't be that, because as noted before, I have no name other than Chef.

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