What Is the Point?

Saw this at the supermarket today:


It’s water and flour. It tastes worse than the container it comes in. Seems like a lot of extra effort for the same ‘wonderful’ taste.

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4 Responses to What Is the Point?

  1. krow10 says:

    The bread of affliction — now with more affliction!

  2. NewEnglandBob says:

    I try to eliminate wheat products as much as possible, and I feel any made from whole wheat are gross. Whole wheat Thomas’ English Muffins are shoe leather.

  3. Gingerbaker says:

    ” It tastes worse than the container it comes in.”

    I grew up Jewish, so I like matzo. But, you gotta know how to eat it.

    Matzo is a nifty vector for introducing unhealthy but delicious foods into your body while magically removing all feelings of guilt. After all, you are using matzo as a cracker and it has no real nutritional negatives and it is deliberately spartan, which is like spotting the opposing team ten points – it acts like a gastronomic Eucharist, absolving you of the sin of consuming vast amounts of, say, chopped liver or cream cheese dip.

    It is is actually not bad as crackers go. (Have you tasted a Saltine recently?) Try it smeared with butter or margarine and then sprinkled with salt. Try making Matzo brie (http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/matzo-brei-recipe.html) instead of French toast sometime – it really can be very good. And they make onion and egg matzos too – it’s cheating, but really delectable after acquiring the taste for the stuff straight.

  4. joe mccauley says:

    About a hundred years ago I worked for the university food service. I had a million different jobs, and as Passover approached I was supposed to get a big supply of matzoh, and Joe, don’t forget the kosher soap. I thought that part of my quest was like looking for a skyhook or left-handed monkey wrench, so I ignored it. I went so far as to make fun of my (Jewish) boss who kept after me about it.
    My boss finally decided that explaining to me was better than firing me, so I learned about kosher soap. Then he put this nice Irish Catholic boy (me) in charge of the kosher kitchen. Oy. The education I got that I never had to pay for!

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