So I tried to nibble on a Pop Tart to settle my stomach. Thanks to my reaction, I’m reminded of a comment attributed to the wizard Rincewind from Pratchett’s The Last Continent.
In his journeys through the continent of Fourecks, Rincewind keeps a journal of who and what attacks him, how inhospitable the land is, and what he eats (or tries thereto). One of the entries follows:
“Ate a root that tasted of sick. This saved time.”
With that in mind, who wants peanut butter Pop Tarts?