I bought some piri piri chicken cold cuts earlier this week on a whim. They taste okay, but my god do they smell. And not only do they smell, they infect every other food object in their immediate vicinity in the same smell. This morning I had piri piri yoghurt, and piri piri milk with my cereal. This evening I shall most likely have piri piri zucchini and piri piri peppers in my piri piri pasta sauce. Ugh.

... I guess the moral of this story is that I should really stop buying food on the basis if how fun its name is to say.