Circus Peanuts - the smell reminds me of be put under with ether to have my tonsils out when I was 6 years old.
(Yes - I’m so old they actually used a rag soaked in ether.)
Here, I left pout a few letters from that last one - “ing.”
Wretched non-food things.
My dad ate them.
The smell gagged me.
I still remember that day long ago my wife and I turned over my little daughter to the lady in the hospital to go get her tonsils out. She was going to get all the ice cream and stuff she wanted when it was finished. She was happy and holding the nurse’s hand as she walked down the hall to go get prepped. Happy little girl.
When she woke up afterwards her eyes opened brightly and then her throat contracted to swallow and that burst of horror, pain and almost hatred flashed in her eyes at my wife and me. She certainly wasn’t in any mood for ice cream and she wasn’t in any mood for more BS from my wife or me.......