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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It tasted great at first
We took a friend's teenage niece to Canada for lunch. She had never been out of the country or met anyone who wasn't American. I thought it would be a cool treat for her.
Guess again. It was horrible. I'm amazed we went lynched by a mob of angry Canadians. She consistently said the absolute wrong thing--"hey, this looks like Monopoly money!" "What's that word we aren't supposed to say again, Canucks?" "This is just like a little America".
In the Vietnamese restaurant, her conversational opener to the waiter was "We sure bombed the hell out of your country, didn't we?" (I was speechless, a truly rare condition for me) She complained about: the food (which was exquisitely tasty) likening its appearance to dog food, the prices, the neighborhood, why couldn't they do things the right/American way, blah blah.
The topper occured during dessert. Hubby, friend and I all ordered sweet bean and coconut milk sundaes. It comes in a big parfait glass and is a mixture of red and green sweet beans with diced chunks of papaya and mango floating in a thin white milk. I dig in just in time to hear Terrible Tina say loudly, "Hey, that looks exactly like vomit!"
And it did.
Every Asian person there, i.e. all the other people in the place turned and gave us the stink-eye. We left. In a hurry. I have not seen Terrible Tina since. (22 years)
( , Mon 21 May 2007, 20:20, Reply)
We took a friend's teenage niece to Canada for lunch. She had never been out of the country or met anyone who wasn't American. I thought it would be a cool treat for her.
Guess again. It was horrible. I'm amazed we went lynched by a mob of angry Canadians. She consistently said the absolute wrong thing--"hey, this looks like Monopoly money!" "What's that word we aren't supposed to say again, Canucks?" "This is just like a little America".
In the Vietnamese restaurant, her conversational opener to the waiter was "We sure bombed the hell out of your country, didn't we?" (I was speechless, a truly rare condition for me) She complained about: the food (which was exquisitely tasty) likening its appearance to dog food, the prices, the neighborhood, why couldn't they do things the right/American way, blah blah.
The topper occured during dessert. Hubby, friend and I all ordered sweet bean and coconut milk sundaes. It comes in a big parfait glass and is a mixture of red and green sweet beans with diced chunks of papaya and mango floating in a thin white milk. I dig in just in time to hear Terrible Tina say loudly, "Hey, that looks exactly like vomit!"
And it did.
Every Asian person there, i.e. all the other people in the place turned and gave us the stink-eye. We left. In a hurry. I have not seen Terrible Tina since. (22 years)
( , Mon 21 May 2007, 20:20, Reply)
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