DEEEEEEEMON QUIIIIIICHE!
Every Christmas back home, my father served quiche. Not just any old nice fresh quiche... asparagus quiche. The asparagus quite literally tasted of horse piss, and was soggy and bitter. The crust was joyously implanted with the flavor of this vile ingredient so it was rendered completely unedible in any way shape or form. Plus, it smelled like horse piss. I asked my dad why it smelled and he told me that it did not and I should go sit in the corner. I was forced to sit in a corner watching my whole familia eat something akin to feces. I barfed. I was sent to my room for 4 days... (They fed me, just on ramen, oatmeal, and fresh asparagus which my father thought would "teach me a lesson in kindness". It was bloody good. Ah, my fucking youth. Also, I was able to watch Red Dwarf on the reruns. I am a long time fan today. (Of Red Dwarf, not the asparagus *coughSHITEcough* quiche.)
(ZooLurker is an angry chick with a mullet!, Mon 12 Jul 2004, 15:04, Reply)