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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"Meat dumplings"
... Or manti as they are known in Kyrgyzstan.
Our first full day there, the night after we discovered vodka was the equivalent of 40p per bottle. Feeling a bit delicate as we wandered around the local market. The meat hall was a trial even for me, a committed carnivore - whole sheep & goats were being gutted and butchered right there, the dripping entrails piled into plastic trays by cheerful babooshkas; bloody to their elbows.
The fermented mares' milk was worse; grey and stinking, with lazily pulsing bubbles forming a scummy head on the surface. But I'm not counting that, because I didn't go within 10 feet of it.
We needed something to settle our delicate stomachs, and at the little cafe, after much gesturing & fractured Russian / English, we ordered "meat dumplings". They duly arrived, looking like little cornish pasties that had been dipped in snot. Each slippery parcel contained a lump of gristle, some unidentifiable tubes, and a rancid grey grease that oozed out when you bit into them. Just to be polite, I managed one by smothering it in Heinz tomato sauce.
I've just discovered, the memory can still make me gag.
( , Thu 17 May 2007, 22:54, Reply)
... Or manti as they are known in Kyrgyzstan.
Our first full day there, the night after we discovered vodka was the equivalent of 40p per bottle. Feeling a bit delicate as we wandered around the local market. The meat hall was a trial even for me, a committed carnivore - whole sheep & goats were being gutted and butchered right there, the dripping entrails piled into plastic trays by cheerful babooshkas; bloody to their elbows.
The fermented mares' milk was worse; grey and stinking, with lazily pulsing bubbles forming a scummy head on the surface. But I'm not counting that, because I didn't go within 10 feet of it.
We needed something to settle our delicate stomachs, and at the little cafe, after much gesturing & fractured Russian / English, we ordered "meat dumplings". They duly arrived, looking like little cornish pasties that had been dipped in snot. Each slippery parcel contained a lump of gristle, some unidentifiable tubes, and a rancid grey grease that oozed out when you bit into them. Just to be polite, I managed one by smothering it in Heinz tomato sauce.
I've just discovered, the memory can still make me gag.
( , Thu 17 May 2007, 22:54, Reply)
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