I've been working from home (pretty much) for about 6 months now and the depression is starting to seep in on me. You can imagine how my spirits were lifted when I started seeing the commercials for the new KFC Secret Recipe Fries that were being touted as "Seasoned with a secret blend of herbs and spices and fried to crispy perfection like our world-famous chicken, Secret Recipe Fries are unrivaled in flavor."
How exciting! Finally a fast food place is gonna give fries the respect they deserve. I hustled right out and got some. Mmmmm...marketing....
I got a regular size and a "family size. The one on the left is regular and the one on the right is the family. WTF? What a rip.
Weirdest spork I've ever seen for scale. Oh well, it won't matter since they're gonna be so good right?
They looked okay.
But no. Apparently the 7 secret spices are salt, salt, chicken bouillon with extra salt, salt, more salt, more extra salt, and a pinch of salt. These things were borderline uneatable - and they certainly didn't taste like the chicken. The new kitten licked a few and then barfed under the couch.
I dunno if I got a batch or what, but the fact that it took them 18 minutes to make them indicates that they were at least "fresh". FAIL. Why do I keep subjecting myself to this abuse?
