Lo these many moons ago, a beau and his roommates and I co-hosted an icky-food themed Halloween party. There were terrifying canned goods, animal innards, and potted meat goods a-plenty on display, but the undisputed star of the show was my pal Meathead here. I bore him out on a tray at the stroke of midnight, and the bravest of the brave immediately savaged his delicious deli-meat epidermis, while the more cautious hung back and nibbled on shreds of shaved ham on the platter around him.

His underlying structure is a plastic skull that I layered in thin, rubbery cherry Jell-o, and then lovingly draped in paper-thin ham slices, and endowed with egg yolk eyes sporting pimento olive pupils. Might I suggest that he could be a featured guest at your next Halloween soiree?
What food hits YOUR ick trigger?











