Oh, dear. This Alfajor Havanna "cookies filled with dulce de leche coated with meringue" has been floating in Snack Jail for a couple of years. It came back from Argentina with Christian but looked too pretty to eat. I thought Dan should probably eat it; he thought I should be the one. And then after a few years it seemed too scary to eat.
And now it's inedible. I couldn't cut it in half; I couldn't bite through the middle layer; the meringue on the outside was flaky and stale.
Moral of the story? Don't go to jail. You might rot in there. Also, don't squander opportunity. Seize the snack!
