Before Thanksgiving, I made my own friends eat Rachel Green’s gross, sauteed beef trifle from Friends. It was quite unpleasant. I didn’t tell them about it beforehand. I didn’t want to repeat that strategy for my next strange cinematic cuisine experience because it would have violated the spirit of the season. Also, I imagine there’s a limit on how often you can turn your loved ones into unwitting lab rats you feed garbage to before they turn on you. This time I asked for volunteers, but I refused to tell them what we were eating. I thought for sure someone would guess the dish, but they didn’t, which is how I ended up throwing an authentic, surprise Maple Syrup Spaghetti Feast from Elf.
Everyone got two to three scoops of spaghetti this time and then got to put their preferred amount of each topping. No one skimped. The result was a strange-looking plate that tasted as weird as you’d imagine.Jeff, double-fisting sauce like a sociopath.
Everyone dug in with specific instructions to only eat half of their dish.The spaghetti still smelled and looked like spaghetti, but all you could taste was a glob of sugar and chocolate with a chewy texture. The spaghetti didn’t absorb everything like you would think either. Every bite felt like it would never end. The “best” bites included Sno-Caps, which melted in your mouth without being mushy. That did not apply to the M&Ms, because as Ray very accurately pointed out, they get “lost” in the dish.
- “It’s the pasta that is ruining it.” — Alex
- “My brain is so confused.” — Courtney
- “I don’t love it, no, but I don’t hate it.” — Jeff (of course)
- “The marshmallows are getting to me.” — Lauren
This is either the “glamour shot” or a reason to call the police.
The spaghetti was obviously the “biggest” problem, but you couldn’t eat this dish without the noodles to bind everything together. All of those candies mixed with three sweet sauces weren’t exactly delightful either. On the whole, it was, as you might guess, too sweet and strange, and only being able to drink Coke made it worse. A glass of water would have been fantastic.
Little did we know how bad it was going to get.
A bemused Will, easily the most mature person in the room, watches his Jeff and Lauren eat with their hands.
Buddy eats a big forkful of his dish in the film, then decides it’s missing something. He takes some Pop-Tarts, breaks them apart, and then uses his hands to crush them into the dish before eating all of it with his hands. So, we all ate the final version (wedding rings and watches wisely removed) with our cleanly-washed hands–while a two-year-old watched us in disbelief.
It was bad.
The chocolate fudge Pop-Tarts were sweeter than everything else combined because they absorbed all the sauces to become mushy bombs of cloying horror. And using our hands was vile and uncomfortable.
Alex is a wonderful person who doesn’t deserve to have this photo shared with the world, but here we are.
- “If I had a fork I could bypass my mouth.” — Alex, on why using your hands made it so much worse
- “This is so much better with more pasta.” — Jeff, who clearly has issues
One thing no one anticipated was how a sugar soup would form at the bottom of the plate, making the Pop-Tarts grosser and grosser. We all finished, but we were hurting.
Instead of “food porn” we made a “food snuff film.”
- “It feels like it’s still in every aspect of my digestive system. It’s like a snake of sugar.” — Ray
- “It lingers.” — Courtney
- “My teeth hurt.” — Lauren
- “I’d eat the pasta with the sauce and syrup again.” — Alex
Ray’s a good person too, but I don’t mind sharing his terrible photo because he’s from Philly.
At least we were done. Almost. Because I take tremendous pride in being a professional moron, I decided to go the extra spaghetti mile and combine the two dishes: Buddy’s candy dish and the spaghetti with marinara sauce. Only Jeff volunteered to try it.
This photo captures the experience.
Wouldn’t blame Boston University if they revoked my journalism degree at this point.
No, actually, it was so much grosser than that. The combination was horrific. This disgusting monstrosity of tomato and sugar wasn’t eaten in the film, so I could justify not continuing. At that point, all six of us wanted to crawl into a hole and hide from what we had done. We were full. Full of syrup and shame.
If this makes you want to throw up that’s normal. If this makes you hungry you’re getting put on a list.
But one strange thing did happen: we all had a great time. This was stupid and ultimately pointless, but it was a fun excuse to get together and enjoy each others’ company during a hectic holiday season. Once again I found out just how great my stupid friends are. What better gift could you get from an elf, or from Elf, than that?
Elf Images: New Line Cinema