Aldi Lemon Mascarpone Strudel Review
Let there be strudel. Again.

Let there be strudel. Again.

Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.

One of these things is not like the others.

Not for the faint of wallet.

“That’s hot.”

Mind is officially bent.

Boneless, but not sinless.

My heart went “pitter” but not “pat.”

Tasty, but miserly.

Stylish pleather jackets.

Friends don’t let friends eat wax.

Sounds like a cell phone. But tastes a lot better.

A stupid amount of pickles.

Cold hands, warm sushi.

Why can’t you be more like your brother?

Behold, the pud.

Goth-level darkness.

Beam me up, Scottie!

We’ve struck oil.

You might still be hungry.