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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Palm Wine...
...This has proper set me off. I was doing some volunteer work in Ghana, because I am a kind and caring soul, and part of it involved going to this village in the middle of nowhere and trying to start up some form of farmer's collective. Anyway, we had to leave to get to this village at about four in the morning, getting there about half five. One of the head-type people then immediately drags us off to have some palm wine, which is pretty much fermented palm tree sap. We get it straight off the fire and poured into hollowed out cocout shells. I get the biggest one, which probably held about a pint. This stuff is cloudy, off-white and sweet, warm and tastes foul. It also has bits of charred wood in it. Refusing it would have been the height of rudeness, so I thought 'I'll neck it. Can't be too bad.' I was mistaken. After just about keeping it down, the bloke goes: 'Ah! You like it?'
'Yes' reply I, trying to keep it down.
He then refills my coconut shell, which I down again, seeing that his jug is empty and this will be the last of it. He laughs, then goes away and comes back with some more.
I downed the third one and refused his kind offers of more. I then had to go and have a lie down, as it was pretty strong stuff and I was hammered. It was just about six by this time.
When we finally got back to the village I was made to have a beer. I then had to go away and be quietly sick somewhere.
( , Fri 18 May 2007, 0:18, Reply)
...This has proper set me off. I was doing some volunteer work in Ghana, because I am a kind and caring soul, and part of it involved going to this village in the middle of nowhere and trying to start up some form of farmer's collective. Anyway, we had to leave to get to this village at about four in the morning, getting there about half five. One of the head-type people then immediately drags us off to have some palm wine, which is pretty much fermented palm tree sap. We get it straight off the fire and poured into hollowed out cocout shells. I get the biggest one, which probably held about a pint. This stuff is cloudy, off-white and sweet, warm and tastes foul. It also has bits of charred wood in it. Refusing it would have been the height of rudeness, so I thought 'I'll neck it. Can't be too bad.' I was mistaken. After just about keeping it down, the bloke goes: 'Ah! You like it?'
'Yes' reply I, trying to keep it down.
He then refills my coconut shell, which I down again, seeing that his jug is empty and this will be the last of it. He laughs, then goes away and comes back with some more.
I downed the third one and refused his kind offers of more. I then had to go and have a lie down, as it was pretty strong stuff and I was hammered. It was just about six by this time.
When we finally got back to the village I was made to have a beer. I then had to go away and be quietly sick somewhere.
( , Fri 18 May 2007, 0:18, Reply)
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