Tuesday, June 27, 2017

I'm Not Exactly Turning Pinwheels With Excitement

This is not really a product review blog. You may THINK so over the next few days. But it's not. No siree, Bob! It's more of a complainer-about-products blog. Or a ravenous-consumer-of-products blog.

Today, we take a look at my new favorite lunch.

"What's that?" you say? "Oh. So Mrs. Hillbilly Mom likes to eat strips of tortilla with large stickers and a plastic box?" Not exactly. But you would think so, huh? The Devil's Playground has recently revamped their packaging. Now, instead of getting six pinwheels in a package, you only get four. I don't pay enough attention to the price to tell you if they're cheaper now.

Anyhoo...these new packages are smaller. The pinwheels are crammed inside. The good thing about the new packaging is that the plastic has grooves and knobs molded into it. So they stack. Or one might ASSUME that they stack.

You know what happens when we ASSUME.

The geniuses who work for The Devil slap their stickers on these containers all willy-nilly. This one is actually pretty good because you can read what you're getting, and the date, without flipping it on end. Here's the catch. They cover up the little grooves and knobs. So the containers don't stack.

Here's the bottom:

There's the groove. But it won't stack on top of one with a sticker over its knob. At least you can see what you're getting if you flip it over. A MESS! That's what you're getting. But I understand that the ranch leaks out. No big deal. At least they seem to be actually putting bacon in them now.

Perhaps they need smaller labels to go with the smaller packages. So you can see the product, and so they will stack.

Let the record show that the The Devil is usually out of the Chicken Bacon Ranch Pinwheels at both of his Playgrounds that I frequently frequent. The Turkey Pinwheel is a reasonable substitute. It doesn't have any sauce. I think it's supposed to have mayonnaise, but I never find any. Just something moist that kind of sticks the pinwheel layers together.

Yes, I know I could make them myself. That smacks of effort, you know.


Sioux Roslawski said...

But if you made them yourself, you could add your own moist "stuff."

fishducky said...

Making them yourself could be exhausting!!

Hillbilly Mom said...

That's even MORE effort! What are you trying to do, make sure I work myself to the bone during this retirement, while you're gallivanting all over the workplace, taking it easy?

I'm so glad you understand! Sioux just doesn't realize how taxing retirement can be.

Why bother to make them yourself, when all you have to do is get up and shower and drive ten miles to The Devil's Playground and push a cart/walker to the deli department to stock up on them, and then wait in line to pay, and then load them in T-Hoe to drive 10 miles back home and unload them and stack them (on a good day) in FRIG II?

Make them MYSELF? Sioux must be what Farmer H refers to as: "Half a bubble off on a six-inch level."

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Make them yourself! You have to fry up the bacon and slice the roasted chicken, fresh from your oven, then lay out the tortilla and layer it all and roll it up! You would then have to rest before you could eat it! Sioux, what are you thinking!!

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux is thinking that I must have all day, every day, free to make my own food, now that I'm retired and both boys are off at college and Farmer H is working three days a week.

Oh, wait! I DO have all day every day. I just don't want to spend it making food that The Devil can provide already-made.