my landlady's cookingi am actually a rather splendid cook, but have been unfortunate enough to have suffered other's ideas of what constitutes fine fare.
The very worst was staying as a boarder in Leicester, along with a photography student. A truly appalling Mrs Bucket kind of landlady and her meek and silent husband.
This is 1979, and pizza was NEW!!! to Britain.
Our dinner one night was a small supermarket pizza which our landlady had cooked in the oven without removing the disk of polystyrene that was part of its packaging.
It was baked and melted into the pizza crust.
The other lodger and myself made our excuses without eating much, and left the table, later heading for the chip shop.
Apparently the landlady's husband ate all of his pizza that night, roasted polystyrene too.
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Fri 10 Oct 2003, 4:49,
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The very worst was staying as a boarder in Leicester, along with a photography student. A truly appalling Mrs Bucket kind of landlady and her meek and silent husband.
This is 1979, and pizza was NEW!!! to Britain.
Our dinner one night was a small supermarket pizza which our landlady had cooked in the oven without removing the disk of polystyrene that was part of its packaging.
It was baked and melted into the pizza crust.
The other lodger and myself made our excuses without eating much, and left the table, later heading for the chip shop.
Apparently the landlady's husband ate all of his pizza that night, roasted polystyrene too.
it's a dittoThe polystyrene still on the pizza happened once with my parents. It was a few years ago and I can't remember who was responsible. I do remember lots of smoke and I'm pretty sure I ate some of the pizza (including the 'enhanced' base) before someone twigged.
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Fri 10 Oct 2003, 10:36,
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