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Bits and Pieces

Being a dog person, in particular, and an animal lover in general, I'm always horrified to hear about what some pet food companies get away with putting in their products. I've heard all sorts of nasty stories about horse entrails and chicken eyeballs and insect waste and so on being included in the making of various chows. Sort of gives a whole new meaning to kibbles 'n' bits, I'd say. Bits of what?

This came to my mind today as I baked a cake for Maggie's birthday. Of course, because her companions at the birthday table were all of the human variety, I baked a human cake. Betty Crocker. Carrot. With Cream Cheese frosting. Looked scrumptious.

Then I took a closer look at the box.

I read one particular passage about six times. Just to make sure I wasn't missing something.

It said: "With carrot flavored pieces"

Carrot flavored pieces.
Carrot flavored pieces.

CARROT FLAVORED PIECES OF WHAT?????

I'm really afraid to ask.

Comments

Brianne said…
Whatever you do, do NOT read the ingredients on a package of any type of questionable lunch meat (i.e. bologna, pimento loaf, etc.). The same holds true for items such as Spam and Vienna Sausages. I think hot dogs go without saying.

I was starting to think, "mmmm carrot cake with cream cheese frosting," but was unceremoniously yanked from my craving with the whole "carrot flavored pieces" bit (haha..."bit"). eww
8:40 AM
Brianne said…
oh yeah - HAPPY BIRDAY MAGGIE!
8:40 AM
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