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My daughter's attempt at making shrimp scampi with grape juice because we were out of white wine and she thought it would be just as good along with a handful of capers
my mom's nasty, dry meat rocks (hamburgers) and salad seasoned with cinnamon
Yeah, it was freakin' gross. The food came out of the refrigerator right into a hot pan. The dishes came out of the steamy dishwasher. I was watching. Still.
Once at a potluck a coworker brought a huge homemade cake. A full-size sheet pan, 18x26 inches. It looked tasty--from all appearances, chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. I knew this coworker had some strange dietary habits but I figured that for a potluck, and for a cake that big, she would have made a "normal" cake. Wrong! She handed me a piece the size of a brick and as I took a bite proceeded to tell me it was made without butter, eggs, milk, or sugar. And it wasn't chocolate, it was carob!
It was like chewing on a carob-scented kitchen sponge. I didn't even want to know what was in the frosting. I choked down the one bite to be polite and then said, "Thank you, but I have to get back to work so I'm going to eat it at my desk." Other people must have had the same idea because when I got back to my desk there were already two other pieces of cake in the garbage can in our work area.
When I was in college I was invited to my then boyfriend's house for dinner. His mother served ALL the "good" Norweigian dishes. Blood sausage, lutefisk, and sutesupe. I have no idea how to spell that. Apparently it's uncooked or raw tapioca. It felt like little eyeballs in my mouth.
One time we invited my brother in law and his girlfriend over for dinner. They asked what they could bring. I said, oh you don't need to bring anything. They insisted. She brought a can of peas. ??????
Curried caulieflower.. I ordered it by mistake as hadnt my glasses , I saw the waiter look at me but he shrugged and went off... 15 mins. later back he came with what looked like a tan brain on a big plate, I felt sick and had to pretend I was enjoying it..
My boyfriend's family never, I mean never, uses any seasoning in their meals, and they don't even have salt & pepper. So every meal is bland, dry, and begging for salt.
They have these brunches where they serve homemade "hash browns," but instead of being browned and crispy, they are just white and sweaty potatoes. No salt & pepper went into making them, and there's none to be found on the table. Then there are the eggs: scrambled-ish, omelette-ish, just barely cooked beaten eggs, with no flavoring. I kind of think of it as eating at a nursing home. They all say "mmmmm," and tell their mom how great everything is.
Then they invite us over for cookouts, but it's just always hamburgers & hotdogs. And the only condiments are ketchup and mustard. I like interesting barbeque sauces, even A-1 steak sauce. But I'm not even allowed to bring my own condiments, because he says they'll be insulted. So I choke down a dry flavorless burger on a grocery-store bun. When we grill at home, it's always cool stuff--steaks, different kinds of fish, gourmet burgers with funky ingredients kneaded into them. To me, plain old store-made burgers are an insult to your guests. And again, when I offer to bring some fish or steaks, I hear that it would insult them.
My grandmother's meatloaf. She was, for all intents and purposes, an excellent Southern cook. But her meatloaf, made without onion or any spices because of my grandfather's ulcer, was horrible. To add insult to injury, there was a cooked whole egg in the middle, for some strange reason.
My grandmother's meatloaf. She was, for all intents and purposes, an excellent Southern cook. But her meatloaf, made without onion or any spices because of my grandfather's ulcer, was horrible. To add insult to injury, there was a cooked whole egg in the middle, for some strange reason.
Judging from my collection of old cookbooks, that whole egg in the middle of meatloaf was popular back in the 60's.
Apparently you had to center a whole hard cooked egg in the exact middle of the raw meat mixture. Or if the cook wanted to get really fancy she would place several eggs inside so that every slice of meatloaf would contain hard cooked egg. Brilliant.
An ex Jewish mother-in-law's gefiltefish which she made from scratch for the Seder dinner every year. Totally convinced that this was the best gefiltefish in the whole world and that nobody made it better, not a soul had the temerity to disagree with her. Absolutely tasteless, the grey blobs had the texture of old wallpaper paste and the only way I could get them down was to douse them liberally with gobs of horseradish ... then sit on the plastic-wrapped living room furniture and hope that the scrunching of the material successfully disguised the farts which ensued shortly thereafter.
It's cool. Some people have taste buds that work, and some people don't. Mine do. It was bad. Maybe you can hire a chef to help you expand your palate. Then you might notice those ribs are burnt to a crisp and rice beef fat pudding is disgusting. Up to you. The choice is yours.
PS I think hiring a chef for a 16 year old boy spending the night would be slightly excessive.
I think very few people would be able to stomach beef fat pudding and burned to charcoal ribs.
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