Terrible foodBack 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]
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chthonic, Thu 17 May 2007, 10:23)
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Some things are just too much the night aftermany years ago, i`d started work, few old mates were still doing their finals and in student digs. Big party in Stratford, jonesey had the nickname of "the dustbin" and the catch phrase " do you not want that?" and yaffled any leftovers.
By about 3am only a hardcore of ladies and gents are left, music right down, talking pissed bollocks, and we lay where we fell. 7am sun up and as a seasoned party goer I go to get reinforcements for the flats supply of bread, eggs, bacon and beans at the Indian shop going toward Canning Town.
On return the jones has liberated some mash and greens from the fridge and says i`ll do a bubble and squeak as well, nice, all good stuff to soak up toxins.
What happens next? either in the recesses of a fridge like the one in the young ones, or from one of the assembled who couldnt make it to their flat downstairs, a tupperware container appears with a bloody kedgeree of unknown vintage. I don`t know what the fish was but it ronked, and nearly walked out of the container.
What does he do? mixes it in the bubble and squeak and starts frying it. Can you imagine how welcome that waft was?
I`ve managed to do a few egg and pig sarnies and the people on that were ok, a couple of them had already gone back on the booze for a tuft of the dog and were ok. but there ensued some porcelain bus driving not as much as the smell warranted.
Jonesey ate most of "it". the bubble/kedgeree.
I am sure to this day that was preplanned, because the last time I heard the story " we needed some scran I had a bubble and squeak and a kedgeree so I made a buggeree".
That is a lot of honking and heaving for the sake of a pun.
Later that morning Some people came back to pick up their records/ the decks etc once they thought safe to drive, walked in and said "fuck me, smells like a Bombay brass`s fanny in here!" I preferred " a bit Billingsgate for the morning after isn`t it?"
How no-one got poisoned I have no explanation for.
(, Fri 18 May 2007, 14:32, Reply)
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