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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Interesting sausages
is a phrase which has become part of family folklore. We went to Parc Asterix for the day and decided to buy rather than take a picnic. Queueing at the non-burger eaterie I spotted some interesting rustic-looking sausages in the keeper-hotter cabinet. Everyone else had ham - wisely as it turned out. We sat down and I took a mouthful of sausage. I didn't believe what I was tasting so I took another and almost puked. I spat the lot back onto the plate. It was the kind of rancid long-dead taste which fills your whole head and even after I'd drunk pop and eaten the accompanying chips I could still taste it. Meanwhile a French family sat next to us and beasted into their interesting sausages as if there was no tomorrow. Hmm, I thought, another cultural nuance I'm best noting for the future . . .
I found out later that I'd tried to eat Andouillettes - a speciality of Lyon where they obviously have a penchant for stuffing sausage skins with chopped pig guts - chitterlings.
That was about six years ago and if I concentrate I can taste the buggers still.
( , Thu 17 May 2007, 15:33, Reply)
is a phrase which has become part of family folklore. We went to Parc Asterix for the day and decided to buy rather than take a picnic. Queueing at the non-burger eaterie I spotted some interesting rustic-looking sausages in the keeper-hotter cabinet. Everyone else had ham - wisely as it turned out. We sat down and I took a mouthful of sausage. I didn't believe what I was tasting so I took another and almost puked. I spat the lot back onto the plate. It was the kind of rancid long-dead taste which fills your whole head and even after I'd drunk pop and eaten the accompanying chips I could still taste it. Meanwhile a French family sat next to us and beasted into their interesting sausages as if there was no tomorrow. Hmm, I thought, another cultural nuance I'm best noting for the future . . .
I found out later that I'd tried to eat Andouillettes - a speciality of Lyon where they obviously have a penchant for stuffing sausage skins with chopped pig guts - chitterlings.
That was about six years ago and if I concentrate I can taste the buggers still.
( , Thu 17 May 2007, 15:33, Reply)
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