Who eats this stuff?!

I love Big Lots. There is no other place where I can find cheap organic sodas, doggy rope toys and wine all under one roof. At the same time, there is often a reason why the majority of the items have found their way to my beloved big lots. The organic drinks and rope toys were probably priced too high to sell in regular stores, and the wine may have an incorrect/inappropriate label (I’m basing this on the time I saw the Yellowtail ripoff called Mellowtail). The plethora of items available in these stores never ceases to amaze me. There are 80 quart stockpots with Paula Deen’s giant face all over them, Jesus candelabras and Christmas cards in the middle of summer.

I can always rationalize that there is an audience for each of these “unique” items. The Paula Deen fanboys will buy her pots, WWJD bracelet wearers will purchase Christ candle holders, hoarders will put the discounted X-Mas cards away until, well, forever. This ended today when I stumbled upon an item that I could not fathom any person would, or should, eat. There it sat, unassumingly on the shelves between the canned tuna and packages of Hamburger Helper.

America’s Favorite, really? According to whom? I definitely do not remember being polled and selecting Armour Potted Meat as a favorite in any category.

As if the image of the smashed up meat reject pieces spread on bread and crackers isn’t disgusting enough, check out the ingredients. YUM!