For the last time: Milo goes in before the milk is poured.
This Bunnings stall selling baked potatoes, which would be cause for riot on a Sunday morning.
This abomination, which adds a frightening new contender to the parmi vs. parma debate.
This ill-fated launch of Zooper Dooper milk, which sounded like a good idea to absolutely no one.
This downright dirty, American version of our beloved Tim Tam biccie.
This bowl of hot, soggy, stirred-up Weetbix, which blasphemes the holy rite of Never Eat Soggy Weetbix.
This Vegemite-flavoured chocolate, which is a sin against god.
This unholy mistake of putting the Milo on top of the milk.
This downright slanderous statement regarding our beloved Guzman y Gomez.
And this Vegemite and peanut butter one.
This national offence.
This serving of leftover Cadbury Favourites, which is undoubtedly the worst possible selection.
This best-forgotten memory of soap-flavoured chalk, secretly disguised as lollies.
These arrowroot biscuits that are slathered in entirely too much butter.
This creation, which ruins both a perfectly good avocado and a perfectly good coffee.
This fairy bread made with bizarrely long sprinkles, which is just sick and wrong.
This sad, empty party pie.
This wildly unpatriotic suggestion that is surely a piss-take.
And finally, this smug picture of ScoMo in the kitchen, which besmirches the good name of curry.