The last few times we've tried them they have been miserable, insipid dry pieces of excretia - with a texture vaguely reminiscent of cardboard and a taste just shy of what I would imagine prison porridge has. The only redeeming feature is that we can smother them with sauce - but even that's not as much fun as it used to be.
Growing up is such a bummer :-)
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Mum Jones has been at our place quite a bit over the last two weeks. The kids have loved it. It's been a bit of shock to see how tired she is but at the same time quite uplifting to see the way she deals with it.