I Try It So You Don’t Have To: Smucker’s Goober

Note from Eick: It has been a tremendous honor having Lemmonex contribute to So Good for the past 6 months, and her weekly column, “I Try it So You Don’t Have To” has been an absolute perfect fit for So Good. I have been delighted to have her on board over the past 6 months. Be sure to keep up with all her exploits by reading Lemmonex.com!

So, this is my swan song kids. It has been a great experience writing for So Good but life has been crazy lately and I feel these columns have been a bit lacking. I only want to best for you so I decided to have some dignity and step away.

This final entry may seem sort of a bust, but it holds some personal meaning to me. I would beg and plead my mom for this stuff when I was a kid. I wanted this more than lunchables or fruit roll-ups…both verboten items in our house. Apparently, she did not love me; she declared it “inedible” and “garbage”. I now have the ability to put whatever crap I want in my body…so here it is:

Smell: MMMM..peanut butter. I like peanut butter. I am sure you like peanut butter. Just go with it.

Appearance/Texture: It looks pretty inoffensive. Where can you go wrong with grape jelly and creamy peanut butter? Sure, I like it chunky and raspberry is clearly the superior fruit preserve, but this gets an A for effort. I decided to ignore the excessive bubbles in the jelly…denial, not just a river in Egypt.

Taste: Clearly, my mother hates me. There is nothing wrong with this. It is heaven on a spoon, nirvana on my tongue. It is happiness in my mouth.

Final verdict: My childhood was a lie. Mommy, why don’t you love me?

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Lemmonex thanks you for putting up with her crap and reading her blog…she will miss you.