• @weeeeum@lemmy.world
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      337 months ago

      I had them again for the first time in probably 15 years and man that shit is nasty. Overly sweetened mildly acidic sludge in a can. The “meat” might be the worst part.

      • @AA5B@lemmy.world
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        47 months ago

        I tried them last year and I have to say they brought back childhood. So many memories!

        But when I tried again, they didn’t have the original style without meat. That stuff was vile even when I was a kid. You know it’s bad when chopping up cheap hot dogs to put in it are far above the “hot dogs” style

    • @skygirl@lemmy.world
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      207 months ago

      I… I love them. I don’t know what it is but the more processed the food the more I want it. And these things taste like they’ve been assembled from compounds never actually found in nature.

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          7 months ago

          I am disgusted by this and similar canned pastrocities. But I didn’t eat it when I was a kid. What I did eat was Vienna sausages. Some people call them viennie weenies where I’m from. They are objectively garbage, but I like them still.

          • @Letstakealook@lemm.ee
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            27 months ago

            I have a fondness for cheap canned meats, including fish. I’m sure this is a result of spending a good part of my childhood in poverty, but damn does that shit hit.

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              7 months ago

              Hell yeah I’ll wreck some sardines. I also like fried spam with rice. I like most canned meats really. I LOVE corned beef hash from a can. I fried some up with eggs for dinner just a couple days ago.

    • @Taleya@aussie.zone
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      27 months ago

      I grew up in a house where bolognaise was a near-sacred endeavour that took all day for a batch lot that gave us freezables and lasagnas for months. Stepmum tried to feed me spaghetti in a can once. It…did not go well