Liver & onions or asparagus. Hate them both. Also squash - it's just too slimy.
Roommate in college had his girlfriend over to make chili. Middle of the recipe she got out a jar of peanut butter and put half in. Nope. Also was invited to someone's house in upstate NY and they served "chili". Their version was a little hamburger, a lot of water, a few mushrooms, a little bit of onion, and a dash (in a BIG pot) of chili powder. Literally hamburger soup, or maybe hamburger water. My wife kept whispering to me, "You should tell them you like it." Nope. I'm not gonna lie and I'm not gonna encourage them to make this again.
My "you can live forever if you eat the right foods" sister made cookies but put no sugar in them. Also no artificial sweetener. In effect, small bricks that tasted like sawdust.
For a while, I liked fried clams. Then I got a bad one. I think it took 3 minutes to go nuclear in my stomach. Never had clams since.
Ordered chicken fried steak at a truck stop near Beach, North Dakota. They took a frozen, breaded cube steak out of the freezer and fried it in a pan (not oil) so that the breading was all burnt. And they ran out of gravy. (I'm sure you had the same question I did - how the hell did a truck stop run out of gravy? In their defense, it was late at night. Still...) I had to pour coffee on it just to be able to chew it. I hadn't eaten all day, so I made it about halfway through before I gave up.
My wife made a recipe she found in a cook book once. I don't remember exactly what it was. She asked me if I liked it. I asked if she could show me the recipe. She gave me the book and I proceeded to tear out that page and rip it to shreds before handing the cook book back to her.
Someone gave my wife shark meat. She tried to cook it, having never done that before. Do you know what burnt urine smells like?
My wife has 2 signs in the kitchen: 1. "My wife dresses to kill. She cooks the same." and, 2. "I have a kitchen only because it came with the house."
In France as a high school student on a cheap class tour. We stopped at Mont Saint-Michel on the coast. When I got back to the tour bus, my teacher was waiting outside and whispered he would explain later but don't eat the food. Puzzled, I got on the bus. The two lady chaperones were in the first seat and they offered me some escargot (sea snails) that they were happily eating. No, thanks, I said. Later the teacher told me why. When the vendor puts them out on display, he pours boiling water over them to keep them from spoiling, but they're NOT COOKED. The ladies were eating raw snails. They saw the steam from the rinse and thought they were cooked.
Early 80's and some friends invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner. They asked me if I could carve the turkey. OK. I start carving and quickly realize that it's bloody raw inside. "How long did you cook this turkey?" "Oh, about an hour or so. Why?"
Roommate in college had his girlfriend over to make chili. Middle of the recipe she got out a jar of peanut butter and put half in. Nope. Also was invited to someone's house in upstate NY and they served "chili". Their version was a little hamburger, a lot of water, a few mushrooms, a little bit of onion, and a dash (in a BIG pot) of chili powder. Literally hamburger soup, or maybe hamburger water. My wife kept whispering to me, "You should tell them you like it." Nope. I'm not gonna lie and I'm not gonna encourage them to make this again.
My "you can live forever if you eat the right foods" sister made cookies but put no sugar in them. Also no artificial sweetener. In effect, small bricks that tasted like sawdust.
For a while, I liked fried clams. Then I got a bad one. I think it took 3 minutes to go nuclear in my stomach. Never had clams since.
Ordered chicken fried steak at a truck stop near Beach, North Dakota. They took a frozen, breaded cube steak out of the freezer and fried it in a pan (not oil) so that the breading was all burnt. And they ran out of gravy. (I'm sure you had the same question I did - how the hell did a truck stop run out of gravy? In their defense, it was late at night. Still...) I had to pour coffee on it just to be able to chew it. I hadn't eaten all day, so I made it about halfway through before I gave up.
My wife made a recipe she found in a cook book once. I don't remember exactly what it was. She asked me if I liked it. I asked if she could show me the recipe. She gave me the book and I proceeded to tear out that page and rip it to shreds before handing the cook book back to her.
Someone gave my wife shark meat. She tried to cook it, having never done that before. Do you know what burnt urine smells like?
My wife has 2 signs in the kitchen: 1. "My wife dresses to kill. She cooks the same." and, 2. "I have a kitchen only because it came with the house."
In France as a high school student on a cheap class tour. We stopped at Mont Saint-Michel on the coast. When I got back to the tour bus, my teacher was waiting outside and whispered he would explain later but don't eat the food. Puzzled, I got on the bus. The two lady chaperones were in the first seat and they offered me some escargot (sea snails) that they were happily eating. No, thanks, I said. Later the teacher told me why. When the vendor puts them out on display, he pours boiling water over them to keep them from spoiling, but they're NOT COOKED. The ladies were eating raw snails. They saw the steam from the rinse and thought they were cooked.
Early 80's and some friends invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner. They asked me if I could carve the turkey. OK. I start carving and quickly realize that it's bloody raw inside. "How long did you cook this turkey?" "Oh, about an hour or so. Why?"
