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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My mother-in-law...
...or at least as close as I'll ever get to having one, anyway. This is the mother of my last and most dearly-held girlfriend before I jumped the fence - a truly lovely lady, but my heart would sink when she invited us for victuals of any kind.
After years of working as a nurse, she had developed a technique for cooking for the family and any guests. What she would do is cook the various components of a meal hours in advance, and when time came to serve it up she would microwave it all. Imagine a Sunday dinner that tastes of fuck-all, dried up so that you'd think it had crossed the Sahara to get to your plate. Can't taste thing throughout, unless you really pile on the condiments.
There was always an Iceland pavlova for afters though, which whilst predictable and not really special was a shining beacon of taste explosion in comparison to anything that preceeded it.
Like I said, lovely lady but a terrible, terrible cook.
( , Thu 17 May 2007, 21:34, Reply)
...or at least as close as I'll ever get to having one, anyway. This is the mother of my last and most dearly-held girlfriend before I jumped the fence - a truly lovely lady, but my heart would sink when she invited us for victuals of any kind.
After years of working as a nurse, she had developed a technique for cooking for the family and any guests. What she would do is cook the various components of a meal hours in advance, and when time came to serve it up she would microwave it all. Imagine a Sunday dinner that tastes of fuck-all, dried up so that you'd think it had crossed the Sahara to get to your plate. Can't taste thing throughout, unless you really pile on the condiments.
There was always an Iceland pavlova for afters though, which whilst predictable and not really special was a shining beacon of taste explosion in comparison to anything that preceeded it.
Like I said, lovely lady but a terrible, terrible cook.
( , Thu 17 May 2007, 21:34, Reply)
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