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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CurryI've been laying low so apologies for this post as it's not the greatest.
I'd been out drinking at Uni (I know, what a shocker!) and I'd got in at about 2am dying for a curry - the ratmeat kebab had already worked it's way out of me so I was hungry again.
Except I didn't have any in - I know, "I'll make some"
That was my first error.
I rapidly realized, through my fog of drunkenness that I didn't have any curry powder. Or chilli. Or meat. What to do....
The obvious thing - go into the freezer and pull out something that resembles meat (pork, it turned out).
Ok, now what? Ah, I have tinned tomato and tomato puree, herbs and whatever happens to be in various cupboards - and Aha! I do have chilli (powder). 5 minutes of frying and cooking and simmering and I have a fully authentic curry.
I even ate half of the delicious mix before retiring to bed - That was my second error.
The next morning - "FUCK!" there's blood everywhere all over my pillow, sheets, floor....
No, it was my "curry" - how or even why the hell I took it upstairs is beyond me. This stuff was redder than a really bad Indian Restaraunt Curry.....
Further investigation of the curry revealed some worrying things - I couldn't identify the meat (pork was/is the assumption) and it tasted vile.
There was my third error - eating it the next morning.
An error because after eating one piece "this tastes funny" - I cut open another piece. Which, dear reader, was raw.
Pork + not cooked = very bad.
The "Curry" was binned - and after a couple of days, I could eat and actually move more than 12 yards from a toilet.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing. I'd like to say I never did that again, but I did - except this time, I did have chilli in, I used beef and I shared the resultant cookery masterpiece to my (also drunken) friends.
I'm now never allowed to cook for at least 3 of my friends. Ever. Again.
(, Mon 21 May 2007, 15:19, Reply)
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