Terrible food
Back when I was a student, we had a "clear out the fridge" party. Everyone brought what they had left and the idea was to make a big meal out of it.
The stew/casserole/whatever was going surprisingly well until someone added the tin of mackerel in tomato sauce they'd been hoarding all year.
What's the worst thing you've ever cooked or eaten? Who's the worst cook you've encountered?
[and yes, we've asked this before, but way, way back before we had the fancy QOTW pages]
( , Thu 17 May 2007, 10:23)
Back when I was a student, we had a "clear out the fridge" party. Everyone brought what they had left and the idea was to make a big meal out of it.
The stew/casserole/whatever was going surprisingly well until someone added the tin of mackerel in tomato sauce they'd been hoarding all year.
What's the worst thing you've ever cooked or eaten? Who's the worst cook you've encountered?
[and yes, we've asked this before, but way, way back before we had the fancy QOTW pages]
( , Thu 17 May 2007, 10:23)
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I had a drinks cooler in my hall room, being unable to find a fridge, which made a reasonable replacement for certain items: dairy would have been a bit dangerous, but mushrooms/tomatoes/etc were ok.
Boyfriend started putting drinks in there for when he'd stay in my room and forget where his room was. Coke seemed to be ok, so was squash. We eventually progressed onto fruit juice.
Fast forward to one very very hot Easter day (Global warming+an incubator of a room). Boyfriend takes a big swig of apple juice from the carton.
Yay. Mouthful of mould. Vomit ensues.
He now listens to me when I say "um, I don't think that's the best idea...". No I lie. He doesn't. But it makes me feel better to think that.
( , Thu 17 May 2007, 13:18, Reply)
I had a drinks cooler in my hall room, being unable to find a fridge, which made a reasonable replacement for certain items: dairy would have been a bit dangerous, but mushrooms/tomatoes/etc were ok.
Boyfriend started putting drinks in there for when he'd stay in my room and forget where his room was. Coke seemed to be ok, so was squash. We eventually progressed onto fruit juice.
Fast forward to one very very hot Easter day (Global warming+an incubator of a room). Boyfriend takes a big swig of apple juice from the carton.
Yay. Mouthful of mould. Vomit ensues.
He now listens to me when I say "um, I don't think that's the best idea...". No I lie. He doesn't. But it makes me feel better to think that.
( , Thu 17 May 2007, 13:18, Reply)
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