"What are these ghastly specimens? ", I hear you ask with ill-concealed horror, bordering on disgust. Believe me, I share your revulsion. How can such things even exist within the borders of France?
Answer: they are French fig rolls, or fig newtons, if you prefer. And they taste every bit as palate-clenchingly horrific as they look.
It is bewildering.
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