You know what shits me? Kraft Parmesan Cheese. You know the kind. In the bright green packet? Me and Rhi would call it PONG CHEESE when we were kids. Why? Because it pongs! Stinks! Reeks! It is a most offensive odour! Think mould and vomit and eau de sportsmans armpit. It's a noses worst nightmare. The consistency is something like sand meets canary in a blender.
As for the taste, I'm sure licking the bottom of a urinal would be more pleasing to the palette. Yet my mother would stubbornly scatter it across our spag bol or lasagna in vile yellow molehills. Thank god we grew up and discovered the real stuff that comes in blocks and not butchered into soulless granules!