10 Foreign Junk Foods We Need to Import to the United States Immediately

This could taste like absolute ass, and I’d still want to eat it because it’s just delightful. Luckily, I’ve heard that it’s genuinely very good, which makes me even more eager to buy a big bag emblazoned with a sodium-loving monster.

Loving the little robot man, but honestly, he didn’t need to do any real work. What I imagine to be basically a Cheeto Puff but in a more fun, full-ring shape? I’m all in.

As an East Coaster, I’m probably more open to shellfish-flavored anything than most. Shrimp chips sound good, but the kicker to me here is that ribbed texture. I can just imagine mindlessly polishing off about 100 of these over the course of a Law & Order episode.

Shortbread cookies with creme filling in flavors like chocolate, strawberry and green tea? There’s an incredibly high floor on that. Print a variety of adorable little pandas on the front of those cookies, and man, you’ve got the kind of snack that could get somebody off the edge of a bridge.

Look, I like everything in here, which is pretty much just chocolate three ways: coated, in cookie and in a cream. At the same time, I can see why this one might not have made the worldwide jump. It’s just a mass of textural browns that can’t compete with the modern world’s endless fun-looking cookies.

Compare anything to Fruit Roll-Ups, and I’m already full invested in the conversation. Haw Flakes are apparently disc-shaped chewy fruit bits not dissimilar to Fruit Roll-Ups, with the name coming from their flavor: hawthorn fruit. It’s a fruit I’ve never had, but I’ve also never met a fruit I can’t tolerate once converted to candy form.

The description of these I read was basically, “what if Flamin’ Hot Cheetos were flavored like Indian food?” A question that unlocked my brain to imagine a combination of flavor and texture that I now consider it my life’s work to imbibe.

I’ll admit, puffed Cheetos but peanut didn’t sound especially appetizing at first. Then, I started to think of it as a sort of puffed Reese’s, and suddenly I was mad that I didn’t have a bag available to me.

Now, I don’t think I’d have been beelining for these as a candy-loving kid. At my current, 34 years of age, though? I feel like these could capably compete with a Zoloft in terms of happiness provided.

Despite the U.K.’s insistence on referring to things designed to be enjoyed by names like “digestive biscuit,” I’d still like to get my hands on a HobNob. Apparently, they’re an oaty, flat biscuit reminiscent of flapjacks, with the milk chocolate flavor being the most popular. 

If I started my day with one of these dipped into coffee, I might finally become a morning person.