I Tried Every Shelf-Stable Pumpkin Flavored Product Trader Joe’s Had

Posted on
Nov 10, 2015
23

“I MAKE TERRIBLE LIFE CHOICES.”

As a lifelong pumpkin aficionado, I have a special place in my heart for the baccanalian gourd-fuckfest that is fall. From the end of September until Thanksgiving, I ingest so many orange-hued treats that my farts smell of cinnamon and nutmeg (“They do not.” – my husband, pumpkin hater and fart snob).  I remain, for the most part, a purist: spare me your butternut and acorn squashes. I will not be swayed by the downright seductively named delicata. I want only the original, though I will take it in whatever processed form it comes to me: mashed and baked into cookies and pastries, dehydrated and added to a bevy of beverages, reduced to an essence and dripped into my eyeballs (“That … that last thing is not a thing.” – once again, my hubby.)

Yet even with my proclivities I accept that there is a limit to how many things we can imbue with pumpkin. But that has not stopped the brilliant, twisted, and in all probability stoned people on the Trader Joe’s Food Development Team from including it in every conceivable product on their shelves. They are playing god. It’s like Island of Doctor Moreau, except with more pumpkins and slightly less swine people.

Naturally, my only recourse was to try every single abomination they’d created, in the name of science (“Please don’t drag science into this.” – my husband again). I initially wanted to buy every pumpkin-flavored product they offered, but this soon proved fiscally unreasonable. In order to not lose my “going to the grocery store unsupervised” privileges, I realized I needed to come up parameters on what I was going to buy in order to limit my spending.

In the end, I went with shelf-stable stuff, since I didn’t want to uncover some dried out pumpkin dessert at the back of my freezer come April, which I would then inevitably eat. And it also meant that I could put uneaten snacks in our emergency earthquake kit, because what fun is an apocalypse if you can’t taunt your beloved?

I texted this to Rand with the caption, “I am trying to seduce you with pumpkin.” It did not work.

I also skipped out on anything that was too expensive, like the Pumpkin Spice Coffee, or that sounded really gross, like the Pumpkin Spice Coffee, or that simply existed to serve as the middle man between me and an afternoon of orange poop, like the Pumpkin Spice Coffee.

Some of you might argue that these aren’t so much parameters as me just buying a bunch of random pumpkin flavored stuff at the store, and that my lack of thoroughness compromises the integrity of my fake experiment. Fair point. This might all be a thinly veiled excuse to eat junk food while taking selfies. If this bothers you, I suggest you find a site that follows rigorous scientific standards when it comes to its fake pumpkin-eating experiments.

Me, before I knew enough to be afraid.

EXCEPT THERE AREN’T ANY. I’m the pinnacle of pumpkin science, you guys. I’m basically the Stephen Hawking of cinnamon and nutmeg (“Wow. That’s actually profoundly offensive.” – you-know-who again. I’m just going to stop quoting him, because he’s sort of a buzzkill).

Or at least, I thought I was until I realized that both Grantland and Serious Eats already tried to do this. I maintain that great minds think alike, as do slightly less-great minds whose faculties have slowly been eroded by the caustic properties of pumpkin.

Where was I? Oh, yeah. Pumpkin.

Pumpkin. Pumpkin. Pumpkin. Pumpkin.

Since I didn’t actually want to subject my husband to the taste-test (or maybe because he adamantly refused and then locked himself in the bedroom. Whatever.) I decided to force my writers group to do it. Though to be fair, they aren’t so much a writers group as they are three women who sit around with me, eating cake while complaining about assholes. Together we’re changing the world.

Marika, hereby referred to as “the lucky one”, got food-poisoning and spent the morning vomiting, so she couldn’t attend. That left Pam of Nerds Eye View and Naomi, aka The Gastrognome, both of whom probably spent the afternoon vomiting. I suspect that after it was all said and done, their homes smelled like Santa’s workshop on the morning of December 26th, after all those cute little elves have kicked back, had a drunken orgy, and turned the North Pole into a vomitorium.

Pam suggested that we start at sweet and end at savory, and her naivete made me want to hold her in my arms and rock her gently while I whispered this sad revelation: There is no savory. There is only sickening sweetness. There is no escape, no manner of salt that can free you from this sugar-coated hell.

On to the taste test.

————–

Trader Joe’s Organic Pumpkin Toaster Pastries

Pop-Tarts, while barely constituting food, are universally delicious, so making a bad one is like finding an openly gay Republican – so rare that it becomes a noteworthy achievement. For this, I suppose, the good folks at Trader Joe’s should take a measure of pride. They purport to be organic, but then again so is gravel. Flavorwise, they narrowly beat out the box they were packaged in, but only because they were frosted.

Also, we burned them.

Suggested Tagline: “Are these suppose to taste like this?”

—————

Trader Joe’s Pumpkin O’s

Remember Apple Jacks? How they were so brittle, they broke into shrapnel-like pieces upon contact with your teeth, and still managed to seem vaguely stale? And they tasted nothing like apples, which at some point the company tried to turn into a selling point because honestly, what else was there? Trader Joe’s O’s are limply hanging from that same withered branch of the breakfast family tree.

The flavor is vaguely evocative of cinnamon (“There’s … there’s a little bit of a thing. There’s the suggestion of pumpkin.”) but this merely served to highlight everything that was absent in both this “food” and my life. Eat these, and you will find yourself sinking into hole of depression and chemically-synthesized flavoring. While I contemplated the futility of my existence, Naomi dispensed this wisdom: “It tastes like preschoolers peed on a pumpkin pie.” I did not ask her to elaborate on how she knew this, because some things should remain a mystery.

Suggested Tagline: “You probably bought these while hungover.”

—————

Trader Joe’s “This Pumpkin Walks Into a Bar” Cereal Bars

I initially found the punny name of this snack to be rather charming. Now I want to slap the self-congratulatory moron who came up with it.

These looked like a long, squishy Fig Newton, and when you find yourself wistfully thinking of how much better THE WORST COOKIE EVER MADE is by comparison, it might be time to reevaluate your life.

Naomi, holding the offending snack.

Pumpkin is listed rather low on the ingredient list, and a more accurate description of the flavor would be “Frozen apple pie that was heated over a pumpkin spice candle.” Just like grandma used to make when she was drunk.

“It’s got an excellent sawdust texture,” Pam noted, while Naomi and I agreed that it tasted the most like potpourri of any of the treats we encountered.

Suggested Tagline: “Slightly preferable to starvation.”

—————

Mini Pumpkin Tea Scones

“I’m hopeful about these.”

“Are you crazy? Scones are always terrible.”

The package says that the “best buy” date for these is November 13th, which suggests that these can actually decline in flavor and they are not presently at theoretical zero. I’m tempted to hang onto them until Friday to see if they actually get worse, but that feels like the Epicurean equivalent of slowing down to gawk at a car accident. Later, in an act of which I am not proud, I would systematically pick the frosting off of these and eat it. It was the best thing I had that morning.

Denuded Scone With Pumpkin Snack Detritus Still Life, 2015.

Suggested Tagline: “Also doubles as housing installation.”

—————

Iced Pumpkin Scone Cookies

We all thought that these were pretty good, but it might have been that everything else that preceded it was so bad that our tastebuds now had Stockholm Syndrome. Like when you spend enough time shopping at Ross and all the pants have “LUSCIOUS” written across the butt or are marked “IRREGULAR” with alarmingly few elaborating details, so that by the time you encounter a Lycra bodysuit that’s two sizes too small, you think you’ve hit the jackpot.

Some fun takeaway quotes:

“I’m less offended by these than anything else we’ve tried.”

“But it’s like being the best looking monkey at the zoo. I mean, sure, you’re a good looking monkey but …”

“You’re still throwing poop?”

“Yeah.”

Suggested Tagline: “You will regret this later.”

—————

Pumpkin Panetonne

Perhaps the problem here is that we start off with something rather mediocre to begin with – Italian panetonne, which serves no purpose other than to fool you into thinking someone brought cake when really they JUST BROUGHT BREAD. The packaging said it was “filled with pumpkin cream and candied pumpkin pieces,” which sounds marginally better than the more accurate “filled with IT DOESN’T MATTER DON’T EAT THIS.”

I described the candied pumpkin bits – which bore a shocking resemblance to a cut up, scented candle – as “vaguely cartilagey”. Naomi equated the pumpkin filling to glue. Pam had withdrawn into a corner by this point and was gently rocking back and forth and talking to herself.

Suggested Tagline: “Didn’t the Italians also invent fascism?”

—————

Trader Joe’s Pumpkin Cranberry Crisps

These were … shockingly inoffensive. Like that uncle who’s usually super racist but is presently too drunk to say anything bad about the Ukrainians (at the moment).

I wouldn’t go out of my way to get them, but if they were served to me at a party, I wouldn’t instantly assume that the host:

  • hated me
  • had lost their sense of taste and smell
  • was preparing me for some sort of human sacrifice

We tried them with some creme fraiche that was insulted by the pairing.

Suggested Tagline: “The perfect cracker for people who sort of care about things.”

—————

Trader Joe’s Pumpkin Tortilla Chips

These didn’t really taste like pumpkin, unless by “pumpkin” you mean “burned”. Pam said they tasted like nothing, but after the snack atrocities that preceded it, you begin to long for nothing. Fall at Trader Joe’s makes Nihilists of us all.

Suggested Tagline: “Your existence is meaningless. (Great with our Avocado’s Number Guacamole!)”

—————

Trader Joe’s Pumpkin Seed Brittle

I didn’t buy this brittle for this taste test, because I purchased it last year and I still occasionally wake up in a cold sweat from the memories. Its distinguishing factor is that it’s been covered in pumpkin pie spices which recreates, with surprising verisimilitude, the sensation you’d get from dropping regular peanut brittle in sand and rolling it around. But I guess it’s nice that someone else has done the work for you.

Suggested Tagline: “There’s nothing wrong with the box you picked up. It’s supposed to look like that.”

—————

Trader Joe’s Pumpkin Spice Rooibos Tea

The inspiration for this product:

Step 1: Get really drunk.

Step 2: Inexplicably eat friend’s leftover jack-o-lantern.

Step 3: Realize, far too late to rectify the situation, that it is early November. Also, that jack-o-lanterns aren’t food.

Step 4: Vomit profusely.

Step 5: Now nauseated by the mere suggestion of food, make yourself a cup of tea. Swear it tastes pumpkiny, even though it actually doesn’t. It’s just that the pumpkin is now inside YOUR SOUL.

Suggested Tagline: “The pumpkin is calling FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE.”

—————

Pumpkin Spiced Pumpkin Seeds

(Photo unavailable because I didn’t want you to see the teeth marks on the bag after I’d gnawed on it.)

The concept of this is circular enough to rip a hole in the space-time continuum. That being said, they’re delicious. I purchased a bag long before the taste test but I’d already finished it, shoveling pumpkin spiced crunchiness into my mouth with a glassy-eyed frenzy. I went back to the store to get more, but like most products that are actually enjoyable, the Trader Joe’s by my house stopped carrying it

Suggested Tagline: “At this point, you might just be drunk.”

—————

The verdict: consider hibernating until after Christmas. Even if you like pumpkin.

 

P.S. – I know that this all seems profoundly wasteful, so in order to avoid being a total asshole, I sent the rest of these treats to Rand’s office, where they will provide sustenance to hungry developers, and also made a donation to our local foodbank.

Leave a Comment

  • I’m feeling a very strong urge to track you down on Skype, ring you, and ask “Are you ok?”

    Not because this post is the work of a lunatic. I mean, it *is*, but it’s also the usual high-quality lunacy we expect from you. It’d be like ringing the British Met Office and saying, “IT’S RAINING! AGAIN!”. Nobody got time for that kind of non-news.

    I’d be asking if you’re ok because you passed on drinking pumpkin spice coffee. Massive cry for help. I’ve had the stuff, and it changed my life. Before, I used to have dreadlocks and could see in colour. Now? WHOLE NEW WORLD.

    “This Pumpkin Walks Into A Bar” is trying really hard to be “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter” but doesn’t have the balls to use a double-negative. Sorry, Trader Joe’s. Just saying it as I see it.

  • About five years ago before pumpkin spice everything became a thing, I loved pumpkin too. I still love plain old pumpkin pie, even the cheapest store-bought pumpkin pie. All of which tastes better than what you have described, and you and your panel are a million times braver than I for even doing this. However, I will suggest that if you’d led with the tea instead of having it after all the rest of this, it might have tasted better. I don’t mind it – it is vaguely reminiscent of a watery chai.
    Love your take on pannetone, by the way. It’s just raisin bread.

    • Everywhereist

      DOWN WITH PANETONNE.

  • Hollyluja

    That tea! It’s been sitting in my office break room for (no lie) two Thanksgivings now! This one will make #3. I’m thinking it’s like one of those bible stories where the jar is not used up, nor does the cup runneth dry.

  • SmallBlondeChic

    Oh this was such a classic laugh out loud Geraldine post!! I love the Rand asides… But you really haven’t experienced pumpkin until you’ve tried pumpkin ravioli in a weird tomato based sauce – and the ravioli was sweet! Strange pairing. 10 years later and my husband is still giving me grief for that one.

    • Everywhereist

      That sounds … weird?

      • SmallBlondeChic

        Frankly, it was awful. Hence the teasing. I can’t help myself though, I have to try things in restaurants. Sometimes it’s great, sometimes it’s pumpkin ravioli.

  • Jessica

    Love it. If you dare to try any more pumpkin products, try their pumpkin bread with pumpkin butter. It’s the shit.

    • Everywhereist

      I looked for the pumpkin butter but couldn’t find any!

  • Thank you for gallantly making this sacrifice, so we do not have to.

    • Everywhereist

      I am a saint.

  • Have you tried the pumpkin juice? I heard it’s delish, or is it?

    • Everywhereist

      They didn’t have any at the TJ’s I visited. It sounds … orange?

      • haha yes, it’s quite orangey

  • Allyson

    I’m not proud of this, but I actually like their pumpkin cream cheese. I’m even less proud of the times I’ve dipped pretzels into the container of pumpkin cream cheese…

  • Kelly Meier

    You forgot the one thing pumpkin that I found that I liked at TJ’s– instant oatmeal. It is delicious and even has pecans.

    • Everywhereist

      I’ve heard some very mixed reviews on that oatmeal. It’s clearly polarizing. 😀

  • Dara

    OMG you need to never move to Ireland. There is not one of those products available here – in fact I cannot think of one pumpkin flavoured product that I have ever seen on our supermarket shelves EVER. You could however, for a very brief window in October, secure yourself an actual pumpkin.

    (Edited to remove link.)

    • Everywhereist

      The good news is that none of these things are actually worth eating, so it’s not like you are missing out on much.

  • Kelsey Ann

    Bummer, I was hoping for a definitive answer on the Pumpkin Spice Ice Cream….Then again, I’m afraid if I purchase this product I will fully embody the white girl I love to hate; eating this alone, straight out of the carton, watching netflix in leggings and an oversized sweater…while simultaneously composing self-deprecating FB status updates….Followup on the frozen section?

    PS: That weird ass comment was just to say that I love your writing. This article (and all others) are amazing. Love the tag “nothing to do with travel.”

  • eeeee!

    As a hungry developer at Rand’s office, I thank you for your kind pumpkin generosity! Seriously, I love those pumpkin bars and was delighted to find them on the counter at work.

  • Briana Holtzman

    Six words: Mini Ginger Pumpkin Ice Cream Mouthfuls.

    A bunch more words: Yes, their name is a mouthful but these should definitely be a part of the freezer section followup. I love them with all of my heart and soul.

  • Margaret

    After perusing Trader Joe’s list of pumpkin treats last year, it was actually a catalog full; I decided that just because you CAN make something pumpkin flavored, it doesn’t mean you SHOULD. That’s actually true with much of life.

More from The Blog

On Instagram @theeverywhereist

  • Digging the vest.
  • My life is characterized by following this gent through the winding backstreets of foreign cities and I am entirely okay with that.
  • Non ho proprio voglia di andare a casa. I'm just going to stay here.😗🇮🇹
.........
.........
.........
#italia #italy #venice #travelbloggerlife #travelblogger #wanderlust#venezia
  • After the last train leaves, Venice becomes a ghost town. It's creepy and wonderful and obviously haunted.
..............
..............
#italia #italy #venice #travelblogger #travelphotography #wanderlust
  • Went to visit Mandova today, where a rich nobleman built a palace for his mistress. This room was where he took guests before the orgies. This revelation caught me by surprise, but Rand noted that there wasn't a lot else for rich people to do in the 16th century. It was mostly food and orgies.
..........
#italia #mandova #cyclops #fresco #italy
  • And then the cute little old couple walked into the scene and life felt like a movie.
  • I will never get over the fact that hundreds of years ago my ancestors built a city on water, and it is still here. Next time I doubt myself, I need to remember that anything is possible if you are willing to get your feet wet.
. . . . 
#italy #venice #venezia #italia #wanderlust #travel
  • Uh-oh. It appears he's gone Italian. Gonna be hard to drag this dapper gentleman back to the states.
  • Church floor tiles. Bergamo, Italy.
  • My beloved surprised me with a trip to Bar Luce, a cafe designed by Wes Anderson in a far corner of Milan. I am still reeling from the perfection of the place, from the pinball machines that only accept lira to the chocolate buttons on a perfect piece of cake, bearing the cafe's name. #Milan #barluce #wesanderson

All Over The Place

Buy my book and I promise I'll never ask you for anything again.

BE AWESOME. BUY IT.