Picky Eaters
An old, old friend of mine will not eat/drink any hot liquid. Tea, coffee, soup etc do not pass his lips.
Which would be odd enough if he wasn't in the Army. He managed to survive a tour of duty in the Serbian mountains in winter without a brew.
Who's the pickiest eater you know? How annoying is it? Is it you?
( , Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:11)
An old, old friend of mine will not eat/drink any hot liquid. Tea, coffee, soup etc do not pass his lips.
Which would be odd enough if he wasn't in the Army. He managed to survive a tour of duty in the Serbian mountains in winter without a brew.
Who's the pickiest eater you know? How annoying is it? Is it you?
( , Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:11)
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Dog kebabs
Just seen pervy mikes's message about dog meat.
I was on holiday in Greece a few years ago with some mates. Found a cracking kebab house where the food was gorgeous, but the owner wouldn't tell us what meat it was. Didn't care too much as it was so nice.
Walking down the street a few different people told us it was dog. Not believing them we asked a tour rep and they confirmed it.
Went back to the kebab house the next night and asked the guy serving what meat it was again, this time he confirmed it was dog - looking at the spit you could actually see he was right.
My mates were disgusted and walked away. I was happy to tuck in again though as it was really really tasty.
What didn't go down too well was returning home to find my mates boxer dog had to be put down. He was upset, but not as upset as when I asked him if we could barbecue it.
Waste not want not :)
( , Tue 6 Mar 2007, 11:19, Reply)
Just seen pervy mikes's message about dog meat.
I was on holiday in Greece a few years ago with some mates. Found a cracking kebab house where the food was gorgeous, but the owner wouldn't tell us what meat it was. Didn't care too much as it was so nice.
Walking down the street a few different people told us it was dog. Not believing them we asked a tour rep and they confirmed it.
Went back to the kebab house the next night and asked the guy serving what meat it was again, this time he confirmed it was dog - looking at the spit you could actually see he was right.
My mates were disgusted and walked away. I was happy to tuck in again though as it was really really tasty.
What didn't go down too well was returning home to find my mates boxer dog had to be put down. He was upset, but not as upset as when I asked him if we could barbecue it.
Waste not want not :)
( , Tue 6 Mar 2007, 11:19, Reply)
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