Our featured item of the month is a delicacy purchased in Cadiz, known as a mantecado.
Bearing the royal endorsement of none other than that old Grumpy McGrumperson, Felipe Segundo.
At this point, I'd have to say things don't look particularly promising. Better have some emergency liquids on hand:
Oh my God! It's indescribably bad. Like biting down on a cube of the caked ashes of ol' Felipe himself. How did they manage to make something so hideous? And do they have a deal with the local crematorium?
The explanation becomes clear. I should have paid closer attention to the wrapper. Still, when it says "el mantecado mas antiguo del mundo", I didn't actually think they were referring to the particular one that I was just about to consume (read: "ingest, attempt to masticate, and spit out in a fit of coughing, as I desperately reach for the reviving mineral water").
But one has to admit that their choice of royal patron is an inspired one.