foodle

foodle

Let’s talk about ego deaths. No, not the spiritual kind you get from meditation—I’m talking about the pure, unadulterated humiliation of getting completely destroyed by Foodle. You download it on a whim, thinking, “Hey, it’s a cute little puzzle game about food, how hard could it possibly be?” Oh, sweet summer child. Foodle looks at your confidence, laughs right in your face, and feeds it to the blender.