While making breakfast yesterday Lisa opened a 20 oz box of Bisquick pancake batter. The box was new and pristine, and the bag of mix inside was sealed and had no leaks, tears, or holes.
Despite all this, as Lisa was about to open the bag she saw a full grown and very healthy fly merrily making its way among the pancake batter. Remember, this was INSIDE A SEALED BAG.
Argh, hard to see anything in the last shot, but I believe it's crawling around the top center of the bag in that frame.
No matter, here's a video of the oddity.
Not exactly a finger in your fast-food chili, but it made for swell breakfast conversation all the same.
So did we make the pancakes? Of course - but not with that mix. We went out and bought a local generic brand, made right here in good ol' Wisconsin and not that fly-ridden General Mills factory in Minnesota.
"You should write Bisquick and complain," Lisa said as she made some yummy cranberry flapjacks.
"Darn right," I replied. "Why, we could be hundredaires!"
Seriously though, I am going to write them and complain. Yuck.