If ever there was a mis-named product, this is it. I remember these from my childhood as being the lolly you bought because the ice cream man had sold out of everything else and you were that desperate to spend your pocket money. Now, at the ripe old age of 30, it seems I have failed to escape the bad Fab lolly memories. My wife gave me one as dessert last night. After confirming that we had no ice cream, yoghurts, cake, dog food – I consented to eat it.
Fab my arse. What a disgusting vile creation. So full of promise when you look at it, but it fails to deliver on every culinary level.
I’d rather lick the armpit of a baboon – one that had really lost its way in life and let itself go – than eat another one of these mis-named apostasies.
NO WAY fabs are lovely,
and im eating one now,
and thats not a joke.
There are two Fabs rotting away in my freezer – you’re welcome to them! I’d rather lick a dog’s ballbag.
Here in Canada we had something similar when I was growing up. They were equally as repulsive. But one thing worse that I remember was this orange Popsicle concoction with a Vanilla centre. If you were given that as a child, you might of thought you did something bad.