No matter how many times I try to spell the name of this faux Scandinavian luxury Ice Cream from memory I always mess it up.
I just don’t care about this particular flavor at all, some part of me is doing a forced “whooh yeah” and a halfhearted fist pump in the air but the rest of me is not.
All I can imagine encountering within the good old mouthwatering red and gold packaging is that deep seated cognitive disconnect that comes from eating strawberry flavored anything that tastes nothing like real strawberries in anyway whatsoever.
And yes banana flavored anything, I’m looking through ninja eyes at you too.