HailToTheKing
Well-Known Member
I'm sorry guys but I have to get this off my chest. I know it's not quite in the usual food-positive light of the board but it's mildly amusing at least! Here we go...
I went around to my mother's house today for a nice tea. I did use to love my mother's cooking but recently in a phase of experimental cuisine it's gone off the rails.
Tonight was a particularly terrible exprience involving cauliflower soup. I think from the moment we both tucked in we both knew it was wrong... so very wrong. After two spoonfulls I suggested the addition of cheese. My mother agreed without the usual pained look on the face of one whose hard work is being desecrated. Additions followed including chilli sauce, salt, pepper and a variety of other strange condiments before we both looked at each other, smiled and said, "This tastes awful". We threw it in the bin and I took my mother to her favorite restaurant for an italian meal which, I have to say, was delightful.
I think mostly it's that terrible situation when someone has taken the time to cook for you and yet you know in your heart of hearts that it is truly revolting. I can eat pretty much anything yet I knew I'd never make it to the bottom of bowl in one piece.
What a terrible situation! I feel better now... might go pour myself a scotch me thinks. :eat1:
I went around to my mother's house today for a nice tea. I did use to love my mother's cooking but recently in a phase of experimental cuisine it's gone off the rails.
Tonight was a particularly terrible exprience involving cauliflower soup. I think from the moment we both tucked in we both knew it was wrong... so very wrong. After two spoonfulls I suggested the addition of cheese. My mother agreed without the usual pained look on the face of one whose hard work is being desecrated. Additions followed including chilli sauce, salt, pepper and a variety of other strange condiments before we both looked at each other, smiled and said, "This tastes awful". We threw it in the bin and I took my mother to her favorite restaurant for an italian meal which, I have to say, was delightful.
I think mostly it's that terrible situation when someone has taken the time to cook for you and yet you know in your heart of hearts that it is truly revolting. I can eat pretty much anything yet I knew I'd never make it to the bottom of bowl in one piece.
What a terrible situation! I feel better now... might go pour myself a scotch me thinks. :eat1:
