The worst: Liver cheesecake
When I was a teenager and living at home, my sister and I squabbled over the last piece of strawberry cheesecake left in the fridge. It looked particularly juicy, with red glistening strawberry sauce, drooping over the edges. Feeling generous I relented and said that big sis could have the last slice, if I could just sweep my finger in the sauce and have a big lick. She agreed. So I did. Lots of sauce, straight in the mouth. I immediately gagged - the most disgusting taste of death and metal filled my mouth. I ran to stick my mouth under the tap, gagging - 'its blood', 'its blood'. Sis thought I was joking until she realised how desperately I was trying to wash away the taste in my mouth.

Turns out my foolish mother had put a plate of liver to defrost on the shelf above the cheesecake; it had defrosted and the blood had run down to the shelf below and covered the cheesecake, beautifully disguised as strawberry sauce.

I always make sure meat products are on the bottom shelf and desserts are on the top shelf now!
(becks3uk, Thu 2 Jun 2011, 13:01, Reply)