How on earth did I miss this one? I have two awnsers, and to be honest, the thing that makes them amazing is nothing to do with what I put in my mouth.



Royal Free Hospital's Jacket Potato: No Skin, No Butter, No Salt, Pure Potato Guts.

When I was just coming up to my 13th birthday, I was put on a formular called CT3211, it was an expermental forumular made by Nestle, origonally designed for astronaughts. The medical implication is that it was the pure base of what humans need to survive in respect of nutriments. You took on the stuff for two months, all you're allowed is that forumular, medically sterial water (which tastes matalic, it's not just a boiled kettle), any sort of tablets you're on and.... that's it. No chewing gum. No tooth paste. No nothing... except once a week I would sneek a single bite of a chip or marsbar, please note, this is less than an entire singular chip. The idea was that it would clear your body of everything that is in it, and then over the following year you're re-introduced onto foods one at a time, when you find something that sets you off, you know what you're alergic to and can avoid it. A Year. It was all very strict.

Texture wise, it was like a McDonalds Milkshake. Taste wise it was like a chemical type poridge. Smell wise it was like off milk. It makes me feel a little sick just thinking about it now.... and I had to get through 2.5ltrs a day of this, which now I'm older, I admit most of it went down the toilet.

Picture a young jewish lad a month before his 13th birthday going on the stuff, and not coming off it 'till a month after. Canceled all the batmizah stuff (there was other bad shit going down at the time too), fuck that, I just wanted to get this trial (and it was a trial) over with. I've done this 3 (or maybe 4, can't remember) times, the last two times I was allowed to add Crusha to it though, which made it a billion times better, but no amount of money would get me to do it again.

Anyway, before you start this, you have... well..... grim 'investigations' at the hospital, and then again afterwards. They get to see your insides and see if things are healing and getting sorted the way it should, and thankfully every time it should. That evening of when I came around from those investigations (that you're awake for, btw), then they bring you The Potato. I can promise you, there is not a single person on here who has had a better tasting baked potato... no butter, no salt, no skin, just pure potato guts. Over cooked, bungged in a trolly for 3 hours going from ward to ward, under a hot-plate for god know's how long. Might even have been a left-over for lunch, who knows? And who cares.

A week later, and Marmite was next in the queue. Hot water and marmite, marmite on potato guts, and ... potato guts on marmite.... and that's it. Oh', and a few less ML of CT3211....I can't remember the rest, but a year later, and I was eating properly, a year after that and I was back to square one.


I'm pretty sure this is where my issues with food have come from.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Sun 7 Nov 2010, 17:51, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

I think you've posted this before
and I still love it.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Sun 7 Nov 2010, 18:17, Reply)