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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Dead flesh.
Back in the 80s whilst living on my own, on the dole and on a low budget I decided that because I was being good by making my own chips (usually potato, sometimes swede) in my little chip pan I would treat myself to some fried bread. (I know, chips AND fried bread.) I'd never seen anyone make fried bread so in my ignorance I floated several slices of bread in the chip pan and consequently ate several slices of deep fried bread, something I'd do fairly frequently. Often I'd not surprisingly feel really vomitous after this, but it was only when I complained to a friend that it would never go crispy or brown that my terrible method was exposed. Even now the thought of that fat-soaked, flannel-like bread makes me feel squiffy.
Oh, and slightly related: I couldn't eat roast chicken for months after realising that the flesh on my plate looked just like the pale and dead flesh on the Victorian bodies that remained preserved in their air-tight coffins. I'll never eat and watch a documentary about people who have to exhume bodies at the same time again - and I once watched a programme about brain surgery whilst eating spaghetti.
( , Mon 21 May 2007, 13:33, Reply)
Back in the 80s whilst living on my own, on the dole and on a low budget I decided that because I was being good by making my own chips (usually potato, sometimes swede) in my little chip pan I would treat myself to some fried bread. (I know, chips AND fried bread.) I'd never seen anyone make fried bread so in my ignorance I floated several slices of bread in the chip pan and consequently ate several slices of deep fried bread, something I'd do fairly frequently. Often I'd not surprisingly feel really vomitous after this, but it was only when I complained to a friend that it would never go crispy or brown that my terrible method was exposed. Even now the thought of that fat-soaked, flannel-like bread makes me feel squiffy.
Oh, and slightly related: I couldn't eat roast chicken for months after realising that the flesh on my plate looked just like the pale and dead flesh on the Victorian bodies that remained preserved in their air-tight coffins. I'll never eat and watch a documentary about people who have to exhume bodies at the same time again - and I once watched a programme about brain surgery whilst eating spaghetti.
( , Mon 21 May 2007, 13:33, Reply)
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