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Food prank -- pulled on you or by you

What's the funniest or weirdest food prank -- pulled on you or by you? And was there a point or lesson behind it?

Beyond the usual highs school stuff of salting a friend's sandwich, or putting dirt in it, the best I remember was thin fishing line in a jello mold (brother's idea) and serving spaghetti-Os as the first course of "nice" dinner for a semi-snotty GF.

The fishing line just made my Mom mad. The GF knew I was a decent cook and was looking forward to it...so I plated spaghetti-Os on a salad and said the first course was pasta salad. Hate to say it but it was worth it, her being really polite about it and asking questions until she finally asked, "are we really having that?" Yes, I served a real meal after that. She was a sport about it.

Pranks pulled on me? None needed. I'm the king of foreign objects in my food and there will 5 minutes of rolling on the ground laughing if I'm around my family.

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  1. Many years ago, my brother had a friend who was notorious for eating everything in sight. My bro decided to teach him a lesson by making a nice batch of brownies with an extra ingredient--a box of X-Lax. True to form, the guy ate the whoollle thing. . . . I leave the rest of the story to your imagination. . . .

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    1. re: laurie

      A group of University friends (but not including me) did something similar to a Japanese foreign student - saying that x-lax (in chocolate form) was a very tasty swiss brand chocolate - this guy loved chocolate - needless to say he ate a whole bar - but then he needed to be rushed to the hospital - it was a very scary experience for him - but those guys all felt so bad they ended up buying lunch for him every day after he got better for about 2 months (and some nice restaurant meals). He took it in good stride - if it was me I would have not been so forgiving & would have busted some heads.

      1. re: FoodCad

        Yeah, as a kid I thought my brother's prank (he was is high school at the time) was pretty funny, but if my college-age stepkids tried it today on anyone I'd be pretty mad.

    2. Just to be mean I guess, my sister and her friend cooked some chocolate chip cookies for me and a few friends one day after school. The secret ingredient, onions, were not a big hit.


      1. I once made a birthday cake out of plaster of paris for someone...decorated with real frosting.

        1. I used to be an outdoor naturalist/teacher, and did a fairly funny trick with kids (a lot of other outdoor instructors do this too). Looking for "evidence" of deer in a field, I'd pre-plant some chocolate covered peanuts that'd been roughed up a bit to take the shine off. Finding them "unexpectedly", the kids would get grossed out to see me kneel down by them, and even more so when I'd pick them up to investigate. I'd say there was one final test to assure that they were white-tailed deer scat, and then pop a few in my mouth. I've had kids nearly faint at this point, but surprisingly, there is always a kid or two who will want to try one when I offer them (the point: how much do you trust your leader?) Everyone always gets let in on the joke at the end.

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          1. re: newhound

            Hahaha...must have been pretty fun with kids.

            My brother pulled a similar prank when in the hospital with apple juice and a specimen glass. He pretended to be gruggy and drank from the specimen glass. He did it to a few people and everyone tried to stop him from, "wait, wait, wait" to grabbing his hand. Yeah, it was a clean glass when he started.

            1. re: newhound

              I love it! That would be great to try out on a bunch of high-school guys! LOL

            2. A colleague of mine thought he was a real wine connoisseur. I upgraded him to First Class on a NY to LA Continental flight in 1996, him in window me on the aisle. No sooner had the flight attendent distributed the menu than he pulls out his Taylor's Guide to wine and checks out the offerings for the flight. He looks at me and points to the menu and tells me that if the red is an 88, it's a vintage bottle. OMG, we're on a freakin' plane.

              So I wonder to the lavatory and speak to the flight attendnet. I tell her that my colleague will ask her what year the red is, and she should tell him its an 88. She looks at me and says, "but sir it's a 94." I finally convince her. Sure enough she shows up, colleague asks, she answers "88" colleague is in disbelief.

              Wine arrives. He swizzles, aerrates, smells, swirls, finally takes a sip. I ask him how it is. He tells me "it needs to breathe a little." I have my scotch and we finish the first round. I ask him how it finished. He told me he needs another glass.

              Round 2 goes the same way. I almost have to leave cause I want to laugh so hard.

              As round 3 approaches, a different flight attendent brings the bottle to us. OMG the label is facing colleague. He grabs the bottle, turns as red as the wine and fumes, "you told me this was an 88. It's a 94." I look at him and say, "you said it needs to breathe a little. Is 6 years enough? Put the book away, we're on Continental Airlines."

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              1. re: jfood

                While working at a winery here in California, I was responsible for wine education and hospitality management. On one particulary day (it happened to be April 1), I received a group of restaurateurs (chefs, sommeliers, beverage managers, and general management). Many thought themselves to be quite knowledgable about wine, as they had recently completed a course in the region. With the knowledge of their president (she loved the idea), I presented a 'new' wine, we wanted them to consider. It was to be a new 'meritage' we were developing, but it was special because of the manner in which it was blended. The blending, you see, was not done at the winery, but table side in front of their dining patrons by their service staff. So I not only had to introduce the new wine, but also show them the protocol and technique for blending.

                The varietals that were to be presented and blended were a Syrah and a Viognier. Each of my guests had a glass of Viognier (white varietal) in front of them, into which I carefully poured a touch of Syrah. I then told them that it was important for their dining patrons to 'swirl' their glasses gently to create the blend - a beautiful rose with the tropical fragrance of Viognier and an earthy finish of Syrah - perfect for salmon or lamb.

                As I inquired of their perceptions and thoughts about the wine and the service concepts, I realised they bought it, hook, line, and sinker. I had to give it up and let them in on the joke because I was about to burst out laughing, as was their president. It was all she could do to keep a straight face. All were good sports. I couldn't believe they bought it; they couldn't believe I would try something like that!

              2. My dad's-- not mine-- from med school:

                After dissecting some unfortunate animal-- I forget what-- he and his friends stole the eyeballs.In the cafeteria at lunch, they put them-- staring straight up-- in a guy's mashed poatatos.


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                1. re: madisoneats

                  If you were at a banquet in Turkey, this would make you realize that you were the guest of honor.


                  1. I have sewn 4 extra chicken legs onto a whole chicken before roasting. Once cooked, if you've done a nice surgical job (dental floss works well) you can't tell they weren't part of the original chicken. My kids freaked.

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                    1. re: Nyleve

                      Oh my god, that's AMAZING. I'm going to have to keep that in mind...

                      1. re: annimal

                        You have no idea. Could do it with a turkey, too, I suspect. Hahahahaha - I'm thinking Thanksgiving...

                      2. re: Nyleve

                        I've done one extra leg on a turkey, but a chickenpede would be worth the work...

                        1. re: Nyleve

                          That is awesome! I need to remember some of these things!

                            1. re: SLO

                              Exactly when I did it. Amazing how the seam heals up in the oven.

                          1. We had a co-worker that bragged how he loved hot food and could eat anything, no matter how spicy. I had a long term loyalty relationship with a local BBQ joint. I met with the owner prior to our next group lunch outing. We created a special BBQ sauce for the co-worker's plate only. It was made with several bottles of Dave's Insanity Sauce. (550,000 scovil units. A jalapeno with seeds is 5,000 scovil units.) The waitress was in on this too. Next day, four of us sat down for a lunch of ribs. We all ordered "hot sauce on the ribs" but only the co-worker got the plate of Dave's Insanity. (This way he would believe we were all eating the same BBQ with the same sauce.) If anyone has seen the movie "Spinal Tap" where they keep losing drummers to self-immolation, you'll know what happened at lunch that day.

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                            1. re: Leper

                              He didn't get sick? A drop of that stuff is enough to make me start sweating and tearing up.

                              1. re: SomeRandomIdiot

                                SRI, Actually his shirt soaked through, his hair matted down and his nose began to run after just one bite. When he tried a second bite, it was touch and go as to whether he could even breath or not. What made this so great was his belief that we were all eating the same sauce. We never, ever told him otherwise.

                                1. re: Leper

                                  OUCH! I've heard of people going into seizures when eating a whole Habanero. Good thing your friend didn't have a medical problem!

                            2. Attached to a Christmas card from a friend was a white chocolate snowman in a clear plastic wrapper. I added it to the Christmas candy dish. Several days later my 15 year old came running out of his room to the kitchen sink and started rinsing & spitting. Turns out it was a soap snowman, not white chocolate! Of course he carefully carved off his tooth marks, re-wrapped it, and returned it to the dish hoping to pass along the experience.

                              1. A few years back when the airlines used to actually serve food, had a pushy collegue from Holland insist I also book his flights for him when the two of us were scheduled to fly cross-country. So, I ordered him the Hindu meal. While I was digging into my cheese omelet, the flight attendent came up to my collegue to inform him that they had his special meal. She then sat down on his tray a steaming bowl of some kind of vegetable and grain pilaf. This was a strictly meat and potato guy who absolutely lost it at the thought of having to eat that stuff. I had to bite my lip the entire flight to avoid from falling out of my seat laughing over the hissy fit this guy threw. Seems I got the last omelet and he was stuck with the bowl of twigs.

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                                1. re: srcusa

                                  man oh man, I just ordered the hindu meal (more as a joke than actual food preference) on a flight - you think I should change?

                                  1. re: MrBigTime

                                    Depends on what airport you are flying out of, London gets very high marks for these meals.

                                    1. re: MrBigTime

                                      I've had decent luck in the past with Hindu and Kosher airline food--generally it's been superior to the standard offerings. Plus, you can amuse the flight attendants if you appear to be of a different ethnicity/religion than they're expecting. However, these days especially, you'll eat better if you bring your own food, even if just a sandwich. (Can you do that with the new airport security regulations?)

                                      1. re: wasny

                                        As long as your sandwich doesn't contain more than 3 ounces of mayo. ;-)

                                        In all seriousness though, yes. You can take a sandwich on a plane.

                                        1. re: wasny

                                          Unless you have to order kosher food for religious reasons, I would vehemently advise against it. What I have witnessed served to family and friends has been almost universally awful.

                                          1. re: Nyleve

                                            I order halal where possible because it is inevitably better. Plus its fun to say "halal" to the check-in people.

                                        2. re: MrBigTime

                                          the hindu veg meal on jordanian airlines rocks!

                                        3. re: srcusa

                                          I pulled almost exactly the same prank on a college friend. He and his girlfriend were heading out to LA and I called the airline, pretending to be him, and requested muslim meals (pre 9/11). When the waitress approached them with their special meals, he immediately knew it was my handywork!

                                        4. Some friends and I had been trading pranks in college. As the coup de grace my roomate and I snuck into another buddy's room and spent 20 minutes seeding sardines and sauerkraut everywhere we could think of: sock drawer, between his matress and boxspring, on his toothbrush, even pouring sardine juice into a jar of change. He was still finding things when he moved out two months later, and I'm sure the apartment still smells.

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                                          1. re: ajs228

                                            Okay, picture this, one PO'ed girlfriend in Miami the BF had ignominously dumped her. She had a partial can of sardines and was about to put them in the dumpster when she spots ex's car sitting in the parking lot in the sun. She opens the hood, plops the sardines on the manifold closes hood, pitches the tin in the dumpster and goes back to her apt. After a couple of days in he sun you can imagine how that car smelled, it was the talk of the apt. complex. BTW it was not me.

                                            1. re: Candy

                                              When my mother married my stepfather, the best man did the same thing but with limburger cheese. He turned out to be a bit of a stinker so it was oh so appropriate.

                                            2. re: ajs228

                                              Along the same lines, in college my roommates (NOT me) had a group of friends, girls, from their hometown who were very vocal in their hatred for tuna. One weekend when the girls left town, the guys visited their house Friday night and placed 20 or so open cans of tuna throughout their apartment. Their return on Sunday was quite memorable.

                                            3. My gig was unscrewing Salt & Pepper shakers at restaurants.
                                              I would like to apologize to anyone this has happened to for the past stupidity of my youth.

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                                              1. re: Infomaniac

                                                When I was a teen I worked as a waitress, and everyone pulled the prank of filling a glass to it's edge with water and carefully placing it upside down on one of the service counters in the dining hall. When picking up the glasses, water would "WHOOSH" out and spill alll over!

                                                1. re: Infomaniac

                                                  don't feel bad- this was also my hubby's favorite prank- and it has happened to him since. Just make sure to laugh when it happens to you! B'cuz it will eventually!

                                                2. When my uncle was a teenager, he frequented a local grill. His standard order was a very rare hamburger "just warm it up." One time the restaurant decided to play a joke on him, so they served him a raw burger. He immediately realized what was happening, so he decided to play along. While the staff watched, he ate every bite of the burger, stood up, and declared "that was the best damn burger I've ever had." The whole staff broke out in applause.

                                                  Of course, this was forty years ago, before concerns of Mad Cow and E Coli. No restaurant would try and pull off this prank today.

                                                  1. On a first date, my date (now husband) thought it was hysterical to sneak extra gobs of wasabi into my sushi. He still tries it when we go out for sushi, now I check before I take a bite.

                                                    We also used to turn the boxes of pineapple upside-down cake mix upside down at the grocery store. I'm sure the stockers really hated that.

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                                                    1. re: chococat

                                                      I don't know why, by the idea of you turning those cake boxes around really makes me laugh.


                                                      1. re: chococat

                                                        always did that with those boxes of doo dads snack mix. upside down it's spap oop. For some reason we found that hilarious!

                                                        At home my sister went through a phase where she'd get into the cabinet and turn all the cans and spice jars upside down. No one really ever knew why. Don't think it was humor, just a weird quirk she had for a short time.

                                                        1. re: chococat

                                                          I am dying laughing about those cake boxes. LOL

                                                          1. re: chococat

                                                            how about adding wasabi to his green tea ice cream as payback?

                                                          2. Me and another student feeding the culinary class a step below us Blonde Roux .We told them they where blonde brownies. You shuold have seen their faces when they bit into them . Priceless

                                                            1. I don't remember if I heard this here, or from a co-worker. So if you told this story elsewhere, I apologize.

                                                              A friend of a friend was having someone gullible over for Thanksgiving dinner. They stuffed the turkey with a cornish hen -- and told her the bird had been pregnant. She was horrified. :-P

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                                                                1. re: Covert Ops

                                                                  I did that same thing to my sister! It was her first roast bird.

                                                                  When she went to shower for dinner, I took the stuffing out of the turkey, put it in a (pre-roasted) capon, stuffed the capon, put the capon in the turkey (and boy did that make a mess), trussed it all back up, and put it back in the oven. I did have a lot to clean up...

                                                                  Then she hands me the knife to carve and I deliberately go to take out the stuffing, and I'm like, "What the hell...? Anne, you roasted a PREGNANT BIRD, how COULD you??"

                                                                  She was SO MAD at me after it sank in that birds lay eggs. But we did it to another friend of mine later, except we used peeled hardboiled eggs.

                                                                  1. re: Das Ubergeek

                                                                    Awesome, DU -- and like I said, if you told this story on a t-giving thread already and that's where it popped into my mind, I apologize. Plagiarism is an ugly thing. ;-)

                                                                    I'll have to try the egg one, it seems more believable.

                                                                    So how did the capon taste after all that? :-P

                                                                    1. re: Covert Ops

                                                                      Just brining up the tale end here, but has anyone found the internet version on video?

                                                                      My sis claims to have seen it but had no clue of the search criteria. She crashed her system so the file was lost or otherwise she would have emailed it to me.


                                                                    2. re: Das Ubergeek

                                                                      A business contact who was a poultry specialist said that when he was at university in a poultry science class, they were studying how egg shells were formed - the concept is similar to how an oyster creates a pearl. To test the theories and demonstrate to their professor they learned the subject matter, they fed a hen coloured dye in a rainbow sequence, and surgically implanted a little piece of paper with a message. They were able to determine which egg contained the message when it was laid. They collected the egg, delivered it to the professor's wife and asked that it be served to him for breakfast (she was told why and thought it was a hoot). The hard boiled 'egg' was all 'egg whites' in a rainbow array of colours when cut, and at the center was a little message for the prof.

                                                                      1. re: SanseiDesigns

                                                                        Ahh this sounds like a job for Myth Busters!! This I've got to see.

                                                                        1. re: Jake Blues

                                                                          I dug around a few days ago trying to verify/debunk. No success either way but didn't spend a great deal of time on it, either.

                                                                    3. Each month, the local hospital had a continuing education for the physicans on staff. One of the doctors would set up the seminar and the menu for the meeting. The doctor ordered spaghetti and meatballs for 25 people.

                                                                      The topic of discussion: intestinal parasites (worms).

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                                                                      1. re: jlawrence01

                                                                        Ho-hum- ;-)

                                                                        Should have ordered a meal with dirty brown rice as part of the dish.

                                                                        That one was used in a EMT training exercise. The senerio involved a homebound elderly patient that last known to have been released from hospital following a minor knee wound. The senerio setup crew used dirty brown rice under a simulated skin flap. The crew then wrapped the leg in a mannor resembling the dressing was never changed.

                                                                        That is far enough, I believe.

                                                                      2. When my husband was in school, he shared a house with his brother and a friend of theirs. It was a flophouse for all their buddies -- and their buddies' buddies, too, I'm sure. Anyhow, they have a long list of immature/stupid things they did there, as you can well imagine.

                                                                        Now, I've heard this story numerous times, but my husband still tells it better. I'll do my best, though. One time, one of the guys made a pan of the infamous Ex-Lax Brownies and a pan of regular brownies. He and his co-conspirators put the brownies on a plate, carefully making note for themselves as to which were real and which were Ex-Lax. When their friend came over, he totally pigged out on the Ex-Lax brownies.

                                                                        A couple days later, they were all together again, and someone said something about wanting something to eat. And the Ex-Lax victim said, "Yeah, but not those brownies. Dude, I had the sh*ts all night."

                                                                        1. Does an inadvertent prank count? When we were first married, I had found a recipe for a Green Chili Chicken. I couldn't find green chilis (I'm sure because at the time, I wasn't aware that's what they were called). I was looking at all the various peppers and finally picked up a bottle of those peppers in vinegar, you know, the kind you are supposed to use the vinegar for to spice up greens, etc.? (I didn't know that at the time, either. I mean, they were green...)

                                                                          So when I made the recipe, I chopped up the little peppers, and I threw in a little extra for good measure. My poor husband, who was gone for a good 14 hours a day in those days due to commuting, came home ready for supper, and I proudly served up my new recipe.

                                                                          I found it completely inedible. I loved spicy food, but I could NOT eat it. It was fire. But my husband, who was ravenous and didn't want peanut butter, I guess (or maybe because we were SO broke in those days didn't want to waste all that food) ate his meal. He had tears and sweat streaming down his face, his nose was running, his face was red - it was awful. Of course, looking back, it is funny, but it wasn't at the time.

                                                                          One of my few cooking disasters, but it was a doozy.

                                                                          1. I just remembered another that I think might qualify. My mom & I both love Jujyfruits. I greatly disliked the green ones (when they still tasted like mint), and my mother, who had seemed to really like them the most when I was younger, had gotten to where she said they put too many of the green ones in the boxes. (I totally agreed.)

                                                                            Anyhow, I had 2 boxes of Jujyfruits, and over the course of eating them (generally several weeks) I took all the green ones and put them in one box. When I finished, I glued it and gave it to my mom the next time she visited. She was all excited about her box of Jujyfruits. She ate some. And a little more. And finally she goes, "They have an awful lot of green ones in this box." She dumps a large quantity in her hand, apparently to find something besides green, and then looks at me with this quizzical expression. Of course, I burst out laughing, resolving any confusion on her part. Then she said, "That was mean! Why would you give me a whole box of green Jujyfruits?!"

                                                                            Of course, now that they have changed the green to lime, apparently she has decided she would be delighted to no end with a full box of nasty mint Jujyfruits. Guess she should have saved it to catch up with her selective memory. hahaha

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                                                                            1. re: luv2bake

                                                                              I did the same thing with green m&ms and gave it to my boyfriend at the time...they had a ridiculous rep for making you horny. Hey, I was 18.

                                                                                1. re: prunefeet

                                                                                  You liked to live dangerously! Even after 20-some years of marriage, I won't let my husband have too many green m&m's! haha I was surprised to find out that the "green M&Ms make you horny" thing was nationwide. Not too long after the boom of the Internet, I read some post somewhere about that, and after searching around found many mentions of it across the country. I thought it was just my friends & me before that! The greens do remain in my top faves, no doubt because of that silly history.

                                                                                  Does anyone else have a ridiculous preference for M&M colors (or other candy)? I like blue & green (which surprises me because we didn't have blue when I was a kid), then red, yellow & orange, and finally, brown. (I was so glad when the red came back. M&Ms weren't the same without red.) My husband laughs at the way I eat them. If I have a handful, I like to get all colors to an even amount (like 2 of each color), and then I eat from my least favorite to my most favorite, so my most favorite is last.

                                                                                  I also like pulling 3 out of the bag and having them red, yellow, and green like a stop light.

                                                                                  Wonder when I'll outgrow such childishness??

                                                                                  1. re: luv2bake

                                                                                    Yes - the light brown ones, which I hear they've taken out. Used to bite into one, lick the chocolate on the half in my fingers, and admire the contrast of the light brown shell and darker chocolate. I would eat the colors in order of ones that I didn't prefer - first green, then red, then orange, yellow, dark brown, and finally, light browns. I did the traffic light thing too!

                                                                                    1. re: Seldomsated

                                                                                      They have discontinued the light brown/tan ones. I really liked those. I have lots of that general color in my house. Hmmmm...

                                                                                    2. re: luv2bake

                                                                                      i also have weird color things with M&Ms, but especially with skittles. At some point i figured out that in most bags of skittles you'll get a few mismatched insides to the outside color. So I started squashing all of them before i'd eat them, so I'd know which ones weren't right. I even did it the one time I've had skittles in the last three years.

                                                                                      1. re: annimal

                                                                                        I'll have to tell my kids about that! I'll taste a few skittles every once in a while, but I don't crave them. I can start my kids on a lifetime freak obsession. haha

                                                                                      2. re: luv2bake

                                                                                        luv2bake, my soulmate! I eat my M&Ms the same way. I thought I was the only nutty one!

                                                                                        1. re: The Engineer

                                                                                          TE, if it's something nutty and I'm still around, you'll always have a soulmate! lol

                                                                                    3. re: luv2bake

                                                                                      My dad, brother and I are all fans of Jujy's I despise the black ones and regularly give them to my dad, if its been awhile since I've seen him he'll get a whole box of black so when I stick a new box in his stocking ever year at xmas he's thrilled!

                                                                                    4. My mom and I put fake plastic cheese (from my younger sister's PlaySkool kitchen set) on dad's sandwich for work. It came back with big teeth marks in it. It was hilarious!

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                                                                                      1. re: IndyGirl

                                                                                        I was married to my first husband..who was a macho jerk working in the oil fields. Back THEN, I always made his lunch the night before in his big black lunch box with his big black stanley thermos to go along with it. He was always in a hurry in the early morning to grab his lunch and get out to the big macho truck with his oilfield buddies..who would honk endlessly.

                                                                                        One night, after he'd fallen asleep in a drunken state, I packed his lunch in my sons ADAM ANT lunch box with a thermos to match.

                                                                                        He cursed me all the way out the door..and I could hear the guys laughing when he got in the truck. I left him..on that note...that day.

                                                                                        1. re: melly

                                                                                          Terrific story Melly. Love it!

                                                                                      2. For April Fool's, I served panna cotta for dessert. Expecting something sweet, imagine their surprise when they took a huge bite of chawan mushi

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                                                                                        1. re: MeowMixx

                                                                                          Not exactly a prank, but when I was about 8, I attended a cousin's wedding and was quite excited to see orange jello served with a smoked fish platter. I couldn't figure out why it was being served on crackers.
                                                                                          After I popped a whole cracker into my mouth I realized it was Salmon Roe.

                                                                                          Almost hurled... still iffy on caviar.

                                                                                        2. This one was meant as a lesson. I used to caddy in the summer at a local golf course. A few of us brought our own lunch. I'd have a sandwich, chips, and usually a Drake's Cake of some sort. Some of the caddys were always stealing, or otherwise picking on others. One started stealing my lunch (especially the dessert). That only happenned a few times. My Mom laced one lunch with Tabasco (the hottest thing available in the '60's). That was the last stolen lunch.

                                                                                          1. DH worked on the floor of the NYSE for many years and food pranks and bets were quite popular. One trick was to unscrew the cap from a water bottle and rub hot sauce on the mouth of the bottle to be swigged by an unsuspecting person. Food bets usually involved trying to eat X number of items (donuts, Big Macs, etc.) w/in a certain time period. A collection would be taken up (usually quite lucrative) to be given to the successful, but invariably sick, winner.

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                                                                                            1. re: blaze

                                                                                              Blaze, I worked at a big Supermarket in High School as a bag boy. We often had food bets. We once bet one of the guys he couldn't chug an entire bottle of Karo Syrup without taking a breath. He was able to do it and collect handsomely. He also was as sick as a human can get.

                                                                                              1. re: Walters

                                                                                                Did any bozos at your store used to suck all the gas out of the whipped cream? That's a food prank in itself.

                                                                                                Before we dated, my husband (college) & I (high school) worked at a grocery store. Some of the HS guys would suck the gas out of the whipped cream; it apparently gave them a buzz. I was pretty straight-laced, and it used to freak me out a bit because I was sure they were going to hurt themselves (turns out I was right in that possibility).

                                                                                                People would come back to the store all the time with whipped cream canisters that wouldn't expel the cream thanks to the goofballs who'd huffed all the gas!

                                                                                                1. re: luv2bake

                                                                                                  It's laughing gas - nitrous oxide. And yes, it'll give you a wicked 30-45 second buzz.

                                                                                                  1. re: luv2bake

                                                                                                    OMG I know a guy who's 40 and STILL does that. . .:-P

                                                                                                    Also on the lines of drinking noxious liquids, I worked with a man from New Mexico who professed to love hot sauce so much, he'd chug one of those little bitty Tabasco bottles for $1 for anyone who dared him. I thought he could have got more. . .but man, he was a big guy, and he nearly cried. . .in fact I think he did cry. ..

                                                                                              2. An unfortunate gal at our high school had "stuff" scribbled on her driveway in ketchup, because it was well known that she would put ketchup on almost everything she ate.

                                                                                                I made mini cream puffs last year for April Fool's day, and waited for someone to eat the one mayo puff hidden amongst the good puffs. It totally backfired. The girl who ate it is extreeeeeeeemely polite and didn't say a word. She even managed to dispose of it into her napkin without any one else noticing! She says if I had made it even more vile (garlic, lard, outright spoiled) then she would have connected the dots and remembered what day it was.

                                                                                                1. Summer of 68 I worked in the bakery/pastry shop at Degnan's in Yosemite with a Dutch guy who had been the first drummer with Country Joe and the Fish. We would surreptitiously side-arm curve ball fling balls of carefully developed dough to stick on the ceiling above the cashiers--always one of the Irish Degnan daughters. The ball would later fall "SPLAACKK!" on or near the young lady in question. Who? Us? Whaaduyatalkinabout? We were in the back making Irish soda bread or decorating a cake...

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                                                                                                  1. This was actually done by a friend, a very good cook. Her boyfriend was from the Midwest, and used to comment, not joking, that when he was growing up his favorite salad was green Jello with celery in it. He finally asked her to make it for him for his birthday. So she did. She took a bunch of celery, laid it in the bottom of a rectangular Pyrex dish, filled the with green Jello, let it firm up and served it proudly. He never asked for it again.

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                                                                                                    1. re: judybird

                                                                                                      That one rings a bell and it is a treat if done right.

                                                                                                      You have to mince up the celery and blend in only about 1/4 cup per quart of lime jello, prior to chilling. Option is to lightly salt the Jello a serving and enjoy the cool treat.

                                                                                                      Check the link below out. :-p


                                                                                                      Jello attempted to market it but it never took off.


                                                                                                    2. In college, various clubs would raise money by selling Krispy Kreme donuts for $5 a dozen. Me and two friends decided to have a contest to see who could eat the most. The winner, with 14 boxes, was smallest of the three by at least 30 pounds.

                                                                                                      1. I used to cook in a steak house in middle America, a fairly rural area. A waitress came back with a takeout order from some very mean difficult people, they had an order for a T-bone steak 3X Well Done. Apparently the steak was never well done enough for them and they always complained.

                                                                                                        So, I, ever being the smartass took a big ol' T-bone, put in on the grill, got it brown and scored the underside (to drain the juices that would cause complaint. Then I put the steak in the deep fryer for about ten minutes, then into the microwave, and back into the deep fryer, then back onto the grill in order to burn off the fryer oil.

                                                                                                        Then I sent it out. Finally, the customer said, you've gotten the steak order correct.

                                                                                                        That's a true story.

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                                                                                                        1. re: therealbigtasty

                                                                                                          Someone should have told them the mistake was theirs - they should have been ordering the beef jerky!

                                                                                                            1. 3 words:

                                                                                                              "Dog Food Bolognese", also known as the "DFB"

                                                                                                              1. And speaking of beef jerky, I have another unintended prank. Many years ago, the first time some friends of ours were at our house for dinner, my husband was grilling steaks. We were already pretty good friends, but mostly we had just been at parties together and several times had eaten at their house.

                                                                                                                Well, for some reason, my husband couldn't get the charcoal hot enough (didn't have a gas grill at that time), and he wasn't a big steak-griller at the time, either. We girls were in the kitchen doing sides, setting up, etc., and the guys were out grilling. I wasn't paying any attention to time, really, because we were chatting & all. It was over an hour before we finally sat down to eat (at my vintage 1930s/40s porcelain-top kitchen table with one wobbly leg due to a loose screw), and everyone started cutting their meat. I was doing something (like serving sides or something but not eating my meat yet). Well, the table was wobbling all over as the three of them tried to cut their steaks. (Granted, this was much exaggerated due to the loose screw.) So I went to cut my steak, and it was pretty tough, too. I picked it up with my hands, bit right into it, and pulled (kind of a la caveman).

                                                                                                                Of course, that prompted some laughter, and then my friend said to my husband, "Didja use the beef jerky recipe?"

                                                                                                                Well, she and I lost it. We laughed hysterically. My husband, always a good sport, chimed in. Her husband, however, was MORTIFIED. He could not believe she said that. He sat there dumbfounded, but it was SO obvious that he wanted to laugh, too, but was just too embarrassed to do it.

                                                                                                                We finally convinced him it was ok, and we all four sat there just consumed in laughter.

                                                                                                                We are all convinced that is what permanently cemented our great and long-lasting friendship!

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                                                                                                                1. re: luv2bake

                                                                                                                  My husband has a similar experience, but with a different result. There weren’t as many coals in the bag as he wanted so the fire never got hot enough. While the outside of the ribs looked done, the insides weren’t. That meal is now known as “Adam’s Rib Night”. We put them in the oven to finish them off, but the initial reaction will always be remembered.

                                                                                                                2. Do you remember the dog biscuits known as "Bonz." They look like a bone sawed in half and are hard as sliced rhino horn. Once, just after college, at a bachelor party at a friend's house, I spied a box of Bonz under the kitchen sink and, when no one was looking, neatly arranged 6 or 7 of them on a snack tray. Several of the guys were actually gnawing on them. Did I mention there had been considerable drinking by that point?

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                                                                                                                    1. I was made Birthday Sponge Cake, madeout of a real sponge,it was hysterical seeing him trying to "cut the cake."

                                                                                                                      also made a Jello Mold with ingreadiants like a pair of glasses, cigarette butts, etc.

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                                                                                                                      1. re: pacz

                                                                                                                        I am totally going to do the jello mold thing. I have a friend who just quit smoking. The jello butt mold is a sure thing.

                                                                                                                      2. Well,

                                                                                                                        This is just a little off topic but after reading the "White chocolate" soap desert I thought I'd chime in on a prank that was completely successful!

                                                                                                                        Some years ago I worked in the 911 Center for the San Diego Sheriff's Department and one early morning around 5 A.M. the Homicide Team was meeting in our briefing room before heading out on a mission. Some of us Dispatchers took a can of shaving cream, loaded up the ear piece on a telephone, placed a line on hold and the first guy who walked in was told "Hey there's a call on hold in the Lieutenants Office for you" The first Deputy was really PO'd but then realized how funny it was. That morning, we got the whole team! Everyone got a FOAM CALL!


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                                                                                                                        1. re: Jake Blues

                                                                                                                          Hee-hee. We do that at the hospital I work at- except we use ultrasound jelly. Also works well on door handles. Gross & Fun. Never tried this but heard if you twist a ketchup packet in the middle and stick it strategically under a toilet seat- it squirts out when an unsuspecting person sits down. Now that is gross!

                                                                                                                        2. Actually this one was an accident at our 5 year class reunion.

                                                                                                                          (Names were changed to protect the guilty) ;-)

                                                                                                                          Joe and Jane had met in school from when they were around 16. Being rather good friends, and nothing more. Jane, used to grab what ever Joe was drinking and take a swig of it. (Soft drinks, teas and as they aged mixed drinks , beer and so on)

                                                                                                                          At a point Joe married a gal named Sue. Jane married a guy named Dale. As a group, they did go out from time to time but Jane still had that habit of grabbing Joe's drink and take a swig and did the old grin number. Now no one ever made a big deal out of this or did it ever seemed to bother anyone. Just Jane being Jane.

                                                                                                                          The first class reunion was one that very few ever want to miss. This occasion the group decided to try to mingle a bit better and sit at different tables. Now the event was an outdoor party because a few of the rental halls started to become non smoking. So that nipped that excuse for not going rather moot.

                                                                                                                          After the meal they open up the bar serving mostly canned or bottled beers. Jane was kind of waiting for that moment to grab that swig. Heck she had 3 or 4 people already with cameras in hand to capture the event.

                                                                                                                          Now over at Joe's and Sue's table it was getting a bit active, being near the dance floor, the table was getting bumped often. Joe was hanging onto his beer and Jane must have been not paying attention. At the same token bottles and cans were not always disposed right away.

                                                                                                                          Anyway, Jane goes in for the kill. Joe could not respond fast enough as he did have something ready. Jane first grabbed a warm beer and spit that out and grabbed another bottle was used as a spittoon from a tobacco chewer. Joe did save the moment with that fresh beer tucked away in a safe place.

                                                                                                                          Now I wish I had a copy of those priceless moment picts.


                                                                                                                          1. In the kitchen of Cincinnati's (Mobile 5 star) Maisonette in the 90's, some of the cooks would replace each other's cokes with a mixture of club soda and tobasco. Served in a red plastic cup, with something-anything- thrown in for dark color, this prank worked over and over...

                                                                                                                            1. Not cooking related, but at a work cafeteria we used to have one of those rotating vending machines with the sliding doors to get your item. A couple of my friends and I had a competition to see what was the weirdest thing we could put back in when we took our item out.

                                                                                                                              It started simply with cans of Spam and the like, progressed to sandwiches and apples with bites taken out, cans of cat food, weird unidentifiable foreign foodstuffs. They finally removed the machine when we started putting in live clams, goldfish and frozen cornish hens.

                                                                                                                              It was totally cool to sit across from the machines reading a paper and hear someone go "WTF!"

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                                                                                                                              1. I frooze a rigatoni noodle in water, and the next morning Ishowed it to my daugher and I told her she was born with a tail, and here was the proof.

                                                                                                                                She got a little unglued, she was 5 or 6. I still have not told her the truth but I think she has figured it out, but every once in a while I raise her doubt.

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                                                                                                                                1. re: normalheightsfoodie

                                                                                                                                  She got a little unglued? I should think so. My parents told me that the two freckles on my forehead were there because I was born with horns. I believed them, too. Aren't parents great?

                                                                                                                                  1. re: Glencora

                                                                                                                                    I should have mentioned that after laughing at the rigatoni tail and then reading the freckle horns, that's when I really lost it. I don't know why that struck me as so utterly hilarious, but I honestly had tears from laughter.

                                                                                                                                    Parents' fun messing with kids' brains - does that mean we/they are too young/immature/evil to have kids? LOL Kind of like Steve Martin's joke about playing a joke on kids by talking wrong, and in first grade instead of asking to go to the bathroom, the kid says, "May I move my dogface to the banana patch?"

                                                                                                                                    1. re: luv2bake

                                                                                                                                      This is pure incentive for me to have children.

                                                                                                                                  2. re: normalheightsfoodie

                                                                                                                                    Oh geez! That's hilarious and oh so cruel!

                                                                                                                                    1. re: normalheightsfoodie

                                                                                                                                      I laughed out loud on this one. I was snacking on something and almost choked on it. HAHA.

                                                                                                                                      1. re: normalheightsfoodie

                                                                                                                                        I can't stop laughing/crying on this one. Thanks.

                                                                                                                                        1. re: normalheightsfoodie

                                                                                                                                          Ditto the previous posts. I was laughing so hard this afternoon after reading this that my daughter came in to see what was so funny. She finally sat down and started reading posts with me! lol

                                                                                                                                          1. re: normalheightsfoodie

                                                                                                                                            I am dying laughing here--that is soooooo f'ed up, and so hilarious!

                                                                                                                                            1. re: normalheightsfoodie

                                                                                                                                              When I was about 5 years old, my older brother and I loved playing cowboys. As we sat down to dinner one evening, my father solemnly informed us that cowboys always ate their salad first, and if we wanted to be good cowboys, we should finish our salad before eating anything else on our plates. I accepted that information with unquestioning innocence, and began eating my salads first thereafter. This became an unconscious habit. It wasn’t until I was in college that I paused halfway through wolfing down my salad in the dorm cafeteria, and thought, “Hey, wait a minute!”

                                                                                                                                              Still, it seemed like a healthy routine to practice. Not long ago, when a friend’s 5 year-old son accosted me in a cowboy hat, with a toy six-shooter, I gravely informed him that if he wanted to be a good cowboy, he too would have to eat his salad first. He looked at me with wide-eyed credulity and said, “Really?” His mother chimed in without missing a beat. “That’s right!” she said. Being a terrible liar, I had to retreat to the next room, stifling tears of laughter.

                                                                                                                                              1. re: Luwak

                                                                                                                                                My grandmother pulled the same kind of trick w/ me and spinach. I was very little because I was still in some kind of high chair or booster seat. I can still see the scene in that kitchen; I couldn't have been more than 3 or 4. I LOVED Popeye, and she told me that if I wanted to be strong like Popeye and make him proud of me, I had to eat my spinach.

                                                                                                                                                And I ate it! From that moment on, I always loved spinach. I still find that so weird!

                                                                                                                                                Unfortunately, my kids weren't Popeye fans. My daughter will eat raw spinach, but my son hates it all. But they both love it when it's baked in spanakopita! :)

                                                                                                                                                1. re: Luwak

                                                                                                                                                  My mother gave my twin sister and me yogurt and called it ice cream for years. When we were maybe 5 years old, we picked my grandmother up from O'Hare airport. She suggested we stop for ice cream, my mom whispered the truth to her, and she insisted we stop at Peterson's Ice Cream in Oak Park. "These girls have never had ice cream!," she announced to the waitress. We tried the chocolate ice cream and practically spit it in her face: it was way too sweet for us.

                                                                                                                                              2. My sister was visiting from Philly. The family was getting together for a very nice meal at a very nice restaurant. We were always being teased about our need to present the perfect plate so we invited everyone over to my house for appetizers and wine before dinner.

                                                                                                                                                We put plain tuna on saltines and then clipped a clothespin on each cracker. We put them on a platter in a circle..so the clothespins hung off the side..for easy serving. We served wine from a box..something like Almaden which we had sitting on the coffee table. We used water glasses for the wine. We were dressed to the nines.

                                                                                                                                                As my sister went around the room with the platter of appetizers, not one person said a word. We couldn't believe it. They just took the clothespins and ate the saltines. One of these people owned a restaurant. We couldn't hold it in..we burst out laughing. We still laugh about it.

                                                                                                                                                1. A while back I was a cook at the Esalen Institute in Big Sur...the kitchen is open with community members often walking through and looking for samples. Well, trout was on the menu that night and the baker was making a chocolate cake for someones birthday...it wasn't long before we had plated up a chocolate covered trout head - with whipped cream and crushed peanuts - that we left out in plain view - we got a huge laugh out of people walking by and going yumm - is that tonight's desert? Untill they looked closer that is....

                                                                                                                                                  1. In high school, I put pepsi in a soy sauce bottle at the fast food japanese place...we watched someone pour it on their food, then eat it....strange thing is, he looked at the food, but didn't do anything about it..just kept on eating.

                                                                                                                                                    For my buddies' birthday, I dumped 1/2 a bottle of Kikoman in his Asahi.

                                                                                                                                                    In college, a neighbor emptied a 1/2 container of Lawry's seasoning salt on my head while I was sleeping

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                                                                                                                                                    1. re: Xericx

                                                                                                                                                      We dumped uncooked oatmeal over the top of a bathroom stall onto my roommate's head. Not sure why...

                                                                                                                                                      1. re: luv2bake

                                                                                                                                                        the thing is that the seasoning salt got inside my ears and HURT to get out....so hard to get that smell out of ya...i got them back, but it wasn't food reltated.....

                                                                                                                                                      2. re: Xericx

                                                                                                                                                        My mother in law stores her homemade vanilla extract in a squirt bottle that is identical to the squirt bottle that houses the soy sauce,

                                                                                                                                                        My dear husband has on many occasions doused his ramen with vanilla. *gross*

                                                                                                                                                        1. re: Xericx

                                                                                                                                                          Hahahah! I love that the guy kept eating!

                                                                                                                                                        2. My father claims to have injected green food coloring into somebody's milk carton at lunch time.

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                                                                                                                                                          1. re: relizabeth

                                                                                                                                                            When I was in 4th grade, my teacher (Mrs. Patterson) was pretty strict. The teachers took turns monitoring the cafeteria. Mrs. Patterson made everyone eat all the food on their trays. Well, one day, a boy in my class, Brent, decided he wasn't going to. He put his peas and assorted unfinished food in his milk carton. He took it up to the window to dump it, no doubt feeling quite proud at getting past Mrs. Patterson's rules.

                                                                                                                                                            His pride was short-lived. Mrs. Patterson stopped him right before he dumped the food and made him eat every bite out of that milk carton. It was disgusting!

                                                                                                                                                            Of course, these days, the milk comes in things that look like breast implants. No way a kid could hide a thing in those. Maybe Mrs. Patterson was behind that change. :)

                                                                                                                                                          2. When in grad school, my wife had a gruesome technique for ridding the place of hungry drunks who just wouldn't go home. She present a nicely garnished dish of "seafood pate" with crackers and gherkins to the bums who invariably hoovered it up with great gusto. She'd then present them with the can of low-end cat food she'd scooped from and invite comparison to what she'd just served. They usually didn't come back for more--thankfully.

                                                                                                                                                            1. There is always the surprised look on you friend's face when the waiters gather around with dessert and sing happy birthday and it's not even close to their birthday. Especially good when you know it's someone who would never order dessert!

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                                                                                                                                                              1. re: SLO

                                                                                                                                                                ha! I did that to my friend at Hooters...told the waitresses that it was his birthday...it wasn't. There they make you stand on the table and dance in front of the restaurant...the best part was he was COMPLETELY sober in a group of drunk people (he gave up beer for lent). fun times!

                                                                                                                                                                1. re: SLO

                                                                                                                                                                  Haha, we used to do that all the time at Swensen's Ice Cream Parlor in Coral Gables, Fla. . .the birthday person always got free dessert (they never checked IDs, bless them) and we'd take turns having a birthday. Though sometimes we'd nominate someone without their knowledge -- normally a girl known to blush very red. :-)

                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: Covert Ops

                                                                                                                                                                    My friend did this to me when she was waiting at a Chevy's in college and I went there with my parents. The great thing was that at Chevy's you get a huge sombrero if it's your birthday, which made a great drunken party toy for years after that.

                                                                                                                                                                2. Hmm, in college I bought some pastries and stuck a hot pepper inside a cream puff. Alas, I couldn't hold in my laughter so he knew something was up. I'm made of tougher fortitude now.

                                                                                                                                                                  I did a high school summer program in Salzburg. I instructed a roommate on what to order at a restaurant. Ooh ask for a Schmatz I said! I think that translates as a big juicy kiss.

                                                                                                                                                                  1. Babysitters were our fav targets ala food pranks...one year my brother and I created a "pot o vomit" out of peanut butter, jelly, cookie crumbs, dry cereal...just enough odd junk to make a thick goo....when it was time to go to bed...we smeared the "pot-o-nasty" on the bed and down towards the floor...he pretended to be sleeping and I screamed for help...needless to say the sitter freaked out, reported our prank to mom & dad and we spent the next afternoon cleaning the SHAG carpet!

                                                                                                                                                                    we were crazy kids and threat of punishment never seemed to stop our giggles!

                                                                                                                                                                    1. Here is one pulled on my wife,

                                                                                                                                                                      she is from the Phillipines, and went to a party at a family members home in the province aka the country.. (she lived in Manilla), the family member had her taste a dish saying it was beef, after she tasted it and said it was good, the family member told her what it really was... dog..

                                                                                                                                                                      and folks ask me why i never want to go visit the Phillipines..

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                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: swsidejim

                                                                                                                                                                        But dog tastes like shark meat, not beef.

                                                                                                                                                                        Once in a farmers' meeting in northern Mindanao, Philippines, I saw one of the guys with a dog on a leash. I thought, "How nice, first time I've seen someone with a pet dog...nice calm dog, too!". A bit later the I saw dog hanging from a branch getting its hair singhed off. Skin crackling was followed by the meat.

                                                                                                                                                                        The joke was on me.

                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: Sam Fujisaka

                                                                                                                                                                          I wouldnt know, and I believe they were telling her it was beef by what the dish looks like., and a way to convince her to try it.

                                                                                                                                                                          either way the Phillipines is one place I doubt I will ever be going. Unless I pack a suitcase full of food instead of clothes.

                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: Brian S

                                                                                                                                                                              I like fillipino food where I know the ingredients, and can trust the place, however if someone pulled a switcheroo like this on me Id be more than a little angry.

                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: Sam Fujisaka

                                                                                                                                                                            Speaking of the Phillipines, my best friend in high school was Filipino and I used to go to all their family gatherings and parties for the food (no dog in suburban Oregon). I'd eat lumpia and lechon like crazy. But they would also serve dinuguan (blood stew) and tell the little kids that it was chocolate. That freaked me out a bit and I was an adventurous teen eater.

                                                                                                                                                                            My sister and I put wet, moldy week-old rice (it was pink, if you can imagine) into the pillowcase of a vegan skinhead houseguest who'd turned unwelcome roommate. It was a fitting punishment because he'd dirty all of our pans and dishes and leave the leftover food to rot inside.


                                                                                                                                                                        2. An old boyfriend used to work at a big commercial bakery bagging bread. He would often take out a few slices from the middle of the loaf, fold them in half, take a big bite out of the middle and then place them back in the loaf.

                                                                                                                                                                          How we used to laugh imagining people pulling out slices for their morning toast!

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                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: hrhboo

                                                                                                                                                                            Geez, that makes me cringe thinking someone had already slobbered on the bread before selling it to someone else.

                                                                                                                                                                            Fortunately, I am not much of a bread or sandwich eater. Commercial bread or even supposedly Deli-fresh bread is to stale for me to eat. I have been that way for better than 40 years.


                                                                                                                                                                          2. My niece had a really rotten boyfriend we all couldn't stand. When he finally committed the ultimate crime, she felt revenge was in order. I bought frozen durians at our local 99 Ranch Market. She broke it in pieces & put chunks under each & every pot lining the entrance to his $1.5M townhouse. Evidently it still reeks to this day and people have to hold their noses when entering and he keeps having the home cleaned & no one can figure out where it's coming from... ;-)

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                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: torta basilica

                                                                                                                                                                              This was one of those joke e-mails I got, I'll try to paraphrase because it was just so awesome.

                                                                                                                                                                              After many years of marriage, a woman's husband decided to leave her for his much younger secretary. Because of certain legal maneuvers, he was able to hold on to their mansion and she was forced to move. The night before she left, she poured a big bottle of wine and dined on shrimp cocktail alone at her massive dining room table. Then she took the leftover shrimp and placed them inside the curtain rods of every window in the house.

                                                                                                                                                                              She left and the young chickie moved in. After a few weeks, the house started to smell so bad, and no one could understand why. They washed the curtains, had the whole house cleaned from top to bottom several times a week, and nothing worked.

                                                                                                                                                                              Finally the man and his girlfriend were forced to sell the house at an extremely reduced price. He was delighted when his former wife said she would buy the house back from him, without even coming to see it. He didn't tell her about the smell.

                                                                                                                                                                              She pulled up and watched the movers taking her ex's stuff out of the house. She smiled as she watched them carry the curtain rods with them and place them in the truck.


                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: Covert Ops

                                                                                                                                                                                Yes, but that is actually a TRUE story!

                                                                                                                                                                            2. Let's see... there was the "meatloaf birthday cake" with meatloaf layers separated by instant mashed potatoes, decorated with ketchup.

                                                                                                                                                                              There was the time we decided to take "pot luck" literally and made a big huge pot of Alice B. Toklas Spaghetti, aiming to get it to the party after significant drinking had occurred.

                                                                                                                                                                              And then there was the time we figured out how to remove the little plastic shield from the "sample" soda cans (old machine where you get a sample can of soda and push the button underneath), so we replaced the Coke, Diet Coke, Sprite, etc. with various flavours of Fancy Feast.

                                                                                                                                                                              1. While in culinary school, we occassionaly had a class where a teams of students were tasked with making the 'family meal' for the week. There was an abundance of chicken wings in butchery so we created all sorts of wonderful lunches with the wings. By Wednesday the class was complaining that they wanted something other than wings, and the next day it was my cooking partner's and my turn to cook.

                                                                                                                                                                                I was in good stead with the butchery instructors, and they had mentioned they had about 50 pounds of Rocky Mountain oysters with nowhere to go. A light bulb went off in my head! The only trick was that half the class was comprised of 'youngsters' fresh out of high school and not overly exposed to the finer parts of offal - i.e. didn't even like the concept of liver. The rest of us were career changers out to see what this cooking thing was all about.

                                                                                                                                                                                I told our instructors that I wanted to order 20 pounds of the special terra oysters and prepare them for lunch, but only on the condition it was on the QT until after lunch. They thought it was a grand idea (particulary the master chef).

                                                                                                                                                                                I covered the sheet pan so no one could see what they were as we prepared them. They had to be peeled (skinned), sliced, and flash fried. We prepared them in panko crumbs and egg wash, and served them with a variety of dipping sauces. As we were cutting, one of the instructors strolled by singing "Rocky Mountain High". Great help!

                                                                                                                                                                                Word got around to the teaching staff what we were doing, and we had a stream of instructors coming around to see how the class enjoyed their meal. One of the senior baking instructors was unaware of what we were serving, grabbed a piece, dipped it in a sauce, and marveled at the great texture and flavour. As he strolled out of the kitchen, he was informed by another chef what he ate. He didn't believe it, until I confirmed it. He smiled and said "well done!" Most of the class had other thoughts. Needless to say, I was not asked to cook family meal after that!

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                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: SanseiDesigns

                                                                                                                                                                                  LOL. . .I didn't know what "Rocky Mountain oysters" were, had to look them up. Thank you, I learned something new today! (And had a good laugh. . .)

                                                                                                                                                                                2. April Fool's Day, when my children where young...
                                                                                                                                                                                  I put blue food coloring in the milk. I refused to acknowledge that there was anything strange about it, when I made their breakfast.
                                                                                                                                                                                  At 19 and 21, I believe they remain traumatized.

                                                                                                                                                                                  1. Check this out. Haven't tried it yet. Judging by the recipe photo, there are endless set-ups and possibilities.


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                                                                                                                                                                                    1. re: tomself

                                                                                                                                                                                      Eww! That is so disgusting b/c it looks soooo real! LOL!

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                                                                                                                                                                                        My mom said a woman she used to work with brought a Dirt Cake to a staff meeting once. It was pudding and crushed oreo or something, served out of a (new) terra cotta flower pot, which had previously been the centerpiece of the table with a nice silk plant stuck in it.

                                                                                                                                                                                        The dessert itself was only part of the whole gag, though. She and one of the other women who worked there had organized this whole act in which each of them accused the other one of forgetting the dessert, and went round and round until the one who had brought the "centerpiece" in finally threw up her hands and said, "Well, if that's the way you're going to be, we can just eat dirt!" Then she pulled the silk plant out of the flowerpot and began to spoon the "dirt" out into bowls and pass them out to the other folks at the meeting.

                                                                                                                                                                                      2. re: tomself

                                                                                                                                                                                        My son requested that cake for his 14th birthday. It was pretty funny when he popped a couple of turds into his mouth in front of all his friends.

                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: ricepad

                                                                                                                                                                                          It looks so much like the cat box that is, unfortunately, next to my desk that I'm feeling slightly ill. I wonder if it tastes good. It would be a funny joke to pull, especially now that we have 4 cats.

                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: Glencora

                                                                                                                                                                                            I don't think your cats would get the joke. They would think it is a new kind of litter.

                                                                                                                                                                                        2. re: tomself

                                                                                                                                                                                          About 6 or 8 years ago, I took kitty litter cookies to a Halloween party with a "gross food" requirement. The cookies themselves were not incredible (not bad but not great), but in their box with the scoop, oh, my gosh, they looked like the real thing. Some of the people couldn't eat them, and a few people, honest to goodness, GAGGED when they saw other people eating them (even tho' they knew they were fake).

                                                                                                                                                                                          I changed the cookie recipe I used to something yummier and have used that since, to much the same reaction! I can't tell you how many people have called me and asked for the recipe, though! haha

                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: tomself

                                                                                                                                                                                            a vegan mom with quite possibly way too much time on her hands served this to her vegan family on april fool's morning


                                                                                                                                                                                            it is a vegan waffle, soy yogurt and an apricot half

                                                                                                                                                                                          2. It seems that every bag or bowl of pistachios has a few that don't have a single crack to help you get started, and you discard them. I saved them. For years. The natural ones; not the red ones. My best friend had for decades showed up at my home with his hands in his pockets and proceeded to forage through my fridge and pantry. I owed him one. One of his favorite salted snacks is pistachios. He was in a hospital for a non-threatening condition and I brought him a lovely bag of pistachios which he attempted to devour immediately. Not a single one had a crack. Fun to watch for a while. Years of patience and eccentricity =payback!

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                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: Veggo

                                                                                                                                                                                              in college my friends and I used to remove some of the jelly from jelly donuts with a straw, and then use the same method to replace the removed jelly with tabasco.

                                                                                                                                                                                              And then put them back in the buffet, of course...

                                                                                                                                                                                            2. I can't remember doing anything too terrible (except for running screaming into the living room with my hands covered with beet juice) but my sister told me lots of stories of the pranks she and her friends would play in the college dining hall, such as

                                                                                                                                                                                              - Opening a banana, removing the inside, reassembling the skin, and placing it back in the fruit bowl
                                                                                                                                                                                              - Slicing off the top of a muffin, hollowing out the inside, filling it with ketchup, and replacing the top
                                                                                                                                                                                              - And for some reason the one she was proudest of was replacing the contents of a cereal box with hot buttered noodles.

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                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: dfan

                                                                                                                                                                                                Oh, you reminded me... I was at a friend's house once and was staying the weekend. His parents had gone out early one morning and we were making breakfast in the kitchen when the doorbell rang (at 8 AM on a Saturday). I went to go answer it.

                                                                                                                                                                                                It was religious proselytes, trying to get me to convert to whatever religion it was. "DARREN!" I yelled, "Hold on, I'm at the front door, and if you start the sacrifice now it'll be too late when I get back!"

                                                                                                                                                                                                He comes running from the back of the house, canned tomato sauce all over his hands, and says, "I think you better hurry then..."

                                                                                                                                                                                                The woman at the front door STARED at him, then STARED at me, then just packed it in and left as quickly as her high-heeled shoes would let her.

                                                                                                                                                                                              2. When I was a kid, I'd put a piece of hard candy between my top and bottom molars, and I'd grab my head and twist it just slightly, meanwhile biting down hard on the candy - producing a loud CRRRUNCH. It would always freak everyone out, thinking I'd snapped my own neck. :)

                                                                                                                                                                                                1. here's an inadvertent one...my friend loves salt so much she sucks the salty cheesy powder off doritos. she left the freshly sucked doritos in a bowl and fell asleep watching tv. the next morning she wakes up to see her brother eating those doritos. he said, 'these taste stale'. eek!

                                                                                                                                                                                                  my cousin had a nice bowl of guacamole that he served at his last cinco de mayo party. except it wasn't guacamole - it was wasabi! ouch.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: soypower

                                                                                                                                                                                                    I had a frined who was working as a caterer many years ago and he told the tale of preparing a big bowl of wasabi and was getting ready to portion it out. A bus boy came whizzing by and scooped up a big fingerful and popped it in his mouth. Bus boy thought he was going to die on the spot. Guess he never did something like that again.

                                                                                                                                                                                                  2. we were once staying in a vacation house in cape cod with a bunch of friends, i was one of only 2 women with a group of 10 guys. the house was gorgeous but we discovered by the second day that it was in quite a state of ill-repair. things started flooding, including one of the bathrooms, there was raw sewage backing up through the shower stall in the basement.

                                                                                                                                                                                                    the next night, my boyfriend at the time and i wrapped a stella-d'oro chocolate cookie (the ones that look like turds)in a wad of toilet paper, and put it in one of the other bathrooms in the tub. in the morning, one of the guys goes in there to take a shower, and comes out hurling expletives about the piece of poo that was in the bathroom. we all go in to investigate, boyfriend picks up the poo and takes a bite out of it in front of everyone. they were HORRIFIED, but we all got a kick out of it afterwards.

                                                                                                                                                                                                    aaah, good times.

                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. then, variations on a theme...

                                                                                                                                                                                                      my bf (now dh) had a very old, quite decrepit poor old pug dog a few years ago when we met. he had some issues with incontinence (poor thing, we loved him soooo much!) and sometimes he would poop without even knowing it, right in the house.

                                                                                                                                                                                                      i had just bought myself a bag of these really awesome japanese snacks called karinto, they are coated with a sugary, molassesy hard 'frosting' and the shape is absolutely reminiscent of a turd.

                                                                                                                                                                                                      i put one of them on the floor when dh wasn't looking, and a few minutes later said, "ooops, normie pooped again", and i proceeded to pick up said 'turd' and eat it.

                                                                                                                                                                                                      as you can see, i'm easily amused by potty humor...

                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Working in a hot, resort kitchen in Tucson, Arizona, we found ourselves constantly drinking large quantities of liquids. One of the guys, Rocky, from New Jersey, was often the target of our kitchen pranks. Two that still make me chuckle were: 1) rubbing habanero chilies all over the rim of Rocky's glass when he wasn't looking, and 2) dropping raw oysters into his glass of coke.

                                                                                                                                                                                                        Evil Ronnie

                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. As college freshmen, we used to provide demonstrations of "exothermic reaction" in the cafeteria. My best friend would get a piece of nasty lemon or chocolate icebox pie, the frozen processed kind with all the preservatives that no one wanted to eat anyway, and explain that when the chemicals within the pie interacted with sodium chloride, heat was produced. She would sprinkle the pie with salt and invite our tablemates to hold a hand over the pie to observe the reaction. Inevitably someone would take the bait, and SPLAT her hand would be pushed into the pie. Of course occasionally the response was to splat the original splatter with a hand full of pie, but that was all part of the general hilarity.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: zorra

                                                                                                                                                                                                            Ah, yes...'exothermic reactions'. In my family, the traditional setup is butter and salt. At one family gathering, a cousin was the mark. When she ended up with a handful of salt & butter, nearly everybody around the table laughed, except for the patriarch (a man completely devoid of a sense of humor), who asked her, "Can you feel it?"

                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: zorra

                                                                                                                                                                                                              The old "slap me five" over the ketchup meant for the fries ... pull your hand away and the ketchup goes everywhere. Trying to remember how many times my sister fell for this ... only when our parents were out of course

                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: zorra

                                                                                                                                                                                                                They did that to me in school when I was ten years old. "Brian that banana cream pie smells funny, I sure would bend over and smell it before I put it in my mouth, if I were you" It got my glasses dirty.

                                                                                                                                                                                                              2. First off ill tell you I was a bad kid.Don't try this...ever.But when I was in Boy Scouts,my friend and I put some Palmalive dish liquid in some guys drink.I felt sooooooooooooo bad afterwards he cringed at the first sip,then started choking,SO BAD!!!I hope he's forgiven me by now.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: billjriv

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Well, my high school chemistry class put phenolphthalein in our chemistry teacher's cup of coffee. He was out for quite a while. (Phenolphthalein used to be the active ingredient in Ex-Lax.)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                2. A few years ago I was eating dinner with my brother and his wifa and two kids. My 7 year old niece was offered some corn and she declared that she hated corn and didn't want any. A minute later I picked up the bowl of corn and asked her if she wanted any 'yellow peas'. She said 'sure' so I loaded up her plate with those 'yellow peas' and she enjoyed the whole mess of 'em.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: Monkeybrains2

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Kind of like my kids w/ broccoli (loved it) & cauliflower (what's THAT?). They still typically refer to cauliflower as "white broccoli." :)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  2. Not a food prank in the sense that it has nothing to do with prepared food, but it involves a food item: My housemates in college shared cooking and shopping duties. The least experienced cook among us was planning a new dish that involved red snapper. So he put "red snapper" on the shopping list. I think he was expecting some nice filets, but he got a (whole) red snapper. I guess the guy responsible for shopping couldn't resist, even though he knew the cook would have no idea what to do with the thing. Indeed, we ate something else that night. But the next morning the fish was hung from the ceiling so that it was dripping fish blood and guts into the shopping perp's bathroom sink. Unfortunately, I was the first one up, so even though I was a totally innocent party I had the pleasure of being greeted by that fish at 6am.....

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. When I was about 6 my grandpa gave me a shot glass and told me it was moose milk and that he milked the moose,I sat there crying and didn't want to drink it for about a half an hour.Then after I finally drank it he told me it was just cows milk.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Oh yeah, forgot about this one. When I was a kid I use to get harranged a bit for being a picky eater. My Dad would sort of sneer and my Mom humored me. My Sinatra-type, obnoxious bachelor Uncle, who visited every year for a couple of weeks would go on and on about how he'd eat anything put on his plate because that's what men did, he was in the army, etc.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        He was animated about the whole thing and being 8 y.o. I'd ask if he'd eat pig's ears or just gross stuff. He'd try and draw my 11 y.o. brother (in who ate anything) in to embarrass me and he was obnoxious about it. Finally I said to my brother lets put dog poop on his plate because he'll eat anything and my brother thought it was funny. So we got some dog poop from the front lawn (no one picked it up back then) and brought into the house right before dinner. My Mom saw us and asked what we had there. We told her Uncle's dinner. She grabbed it to see what it was and screamed...and then hell broke loose. She yelled at us to get it out of the house and then my Dad asked what was going on and she yelled at him and he yelled at us...and then my Mom started yelling at my Uncle (her little brother) about feeding us the line about eating anything. It never got to the table but man my Uncle got paid back, probably because my mom yelled at him. Didn't get in any trouble because I think my Mom and Dad thought he deserved it. I think my Dad even smiled.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. This didn't happen to me, but my father.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          My father is a huge, huge eater, a glutton of the first order. When he eats, he hears, sees, notices nothing but what he is eating. Suffice to say I have had more scintillating dinner companions than he.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          When he was in law school, his roommate - who is now a federal judge on the Tax Circuit - made a huge pot of rice, corn and cheddar cheese. Apparently, that was their poor law student bulk-food!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Suspecting my father would eat the entire pot of rice in one sitting, he put a note at the bottom that read, "If you see this tonite, you are a pig."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          He never imagined that my father would eat the entire pot of rice AND NEVER SEE THE NOTE!!!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          He ate it!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. Can't say I'm proud of this now, but I was in sixth grade: scraped the logos off an entire square of chocolate Ex-Lax, carefully rewrapped it in the foil, exclaimed loudly as I pulled it out of my brown bag at lunch: "Dammit, my mom knows I don't like dark chocolate!" My greedy buddies gratefully accepted as I broke it up into individual servings for each of them. Only my friend Jimmy was savvy enough to smell a rat, scrutinizing his piece and detecting some faint remaining letters. "This is Ex-Lax, you bastid!", he said (thick Eastern New England accent), winging the piece at me. Poor Louie was frozen in mid-chew on his fourth piece, suffered the worst the next day. This story is faithfully dredged up by one of the victims at every high school reunion, or at least the surviving ones. I'm sorry to say that half of those great guys died at fairly young ages, from things far less innocuous than unsolicited laxative dosing.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. This prank happened when I was about 10 years old....we were at a big picnic...the adults were playing volleyball & there was a picnic table with a relish tray containing hot peppers. One of the adult men playing had his partially drunk beer sitting on the table. Some of us kids took the hot peppers & scraped tons of their juice into his beer. When there was a break in the volleyball game he came over to the table and took a big swig of his beer. Us kids were peeing our pants as we watched the him turn dark red from neck to cheeks to forehead. It still cracks me up.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. My 2 favorite ways to torture my dining compaions are 1- Tie a knot in the bottom of their straw and stick it back in the glass- watch them try to suck and suck and move the straw around like its stuck- I can never hold in the laughter for long tho! Just make sure there is ice in the glass or it will pop out of the drink. 2- is sprinkling extra hot sauce on 1 or 2 wings on a big plate when the unsupecting victim is in the bath room or not paying attention- again very difficult to hold in the laughter as they say- man that wing was HOT! These two are especially hilarious when put together!!! (Frantic sucking on a straw that nothing will come out of! HAHA!)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. Many years ago, when some friends called me to inform me that they were coming over to see me in a couple of hours, I prepared a big bowl of pasta salad using Ditalini. These were hard times for me, and I didn't have much else in the house to feed them, so pasta salad it was. Yes, I know that this is not the best shape of pasta for making pasta salad, but Ditalini was all that I had on hand.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Anyway, when my inebriated friends arrived, I dished out pasta salad for everyone. One of my friends, who was very naive and not very knowledgeable about food, asked what it was that had been placed in front of him. I thought that it was pretty obvious that it was pasta salad, but in an attempt at sarcasm, I announced that it was "squid salad", and that it had taken me a lot of time to cut up all of the tentacles so precisely. This friend was hesitant to eat it, since he normally would not eat anything that came from the sea, but because he was so hungry, he ate it and announced that it was delicious!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  A few weeks later, I was at his apartment and he announced that he was preparing something special for us. A terrible odor was emanating from the kitchen, so I investigated, and I found that he was sauteeing squid tentacles that were either already spoiled or on the verge of total spoilage. (Note: He lived in Manhattan and in those days--the 80s--prepacked VERY OLD fish and seafood was the norm in those filthy little Manhattan supermarkets.)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  The smell was so bad that he wisely decided to cut his losses and throw the entire mess out. Puzzled as to why he had decided to cook squid, I asked him how he had decided to prepare this dish. His answer? "Well, the squid salad that you made was so good that I decided that I should get more adventurous and start cooking things like that for myself". When I told him that he had been eating pasta salad at my house, and not "squid salad", he vowed never again to try anything except his usual meat and potatoes.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. Well, this isn't nearly as good a story as many of you have told, but when I was 13, my entire bunk in camp, at the instigation of the counselors, got up early on a Sunday morning, snuck into the kitchen of the cafeteria, and put all the sugar and the salt shakers and all the salt in the big sugar shakers (remember those?). Then we quietly walked back to our bunk and slept another hour. We had a good laugh watching people making funny faces while drinking their salty coffee and eating their sugared fried eggs. It was a good juvenile laugh for us, and no-one was that angry at us.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. I have a good friend who specialized in "special" birthday cakes. One year she decorated a baked Alaska look-alike. It was made of clown balloons looped together and created a spectacular splash of whipped cream when the birthday girl tried to cut the cake. Later that year she made another cake (for me) that was beautifully decorated with roses and all the usual accouterments. When I tried to cut the cake, it was impossible... She had decorated a cardboard box!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Once I was served a "chocolate espresso cheescake" with raspberries on top that was made from animal fat!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. this thread is hysterical. I haven't laughed so hard for a long time.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          the other night I thought I might give crosnes a shot, and sauteed them with ground beef. This was a really awful idea, but when I presented the dish to my wife, she asked me what it was. beetle grubs. Even though she knew I was joking, wouldn't even try it. (crosnes look exactly like beetle grubs).

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. Accidental and embarassing "prank"... years ago I was running outdoor education programs for a camp in Oregon. At the end of the summer, a group of Japanese tourists had hired the camp staff to run a week of typical American summer camp for them. I'd organized and run about 50 similar overnight trips to that point, and must have gotten a bit sloppy. As usual, I went into the camp walk-in fridge to supply the trip; but instead of grabbing a gallon of spaghetti sauce, I grabbed a gallon of taco sauce (yes, marked "hot"...same bucket... different label: ah, restaurant suppliers!). So after the great mountain hike, we settle into the campground for the evening meal. After dishing out the sauced spaghetti to about 20 people, I started clean-up and then noticed that many of my guests were blowing out of their mouths to "cool off" the meal. I knew it wasn't that temperature-hot and so I grabbed the lid and realized my mistake. Through the one guest who spoke some English, I apologized profusely. But I must say, either out of courtesy or hunger or a palate for hotter foods, there was not a noodle or a drop of sauce left in the dishes that night.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. Something of which I am not proud - Group of friends in college put a half-eaten Big Mac in the hands of a passed out Hindi friend. He awoke and completely freaked out, thinking he had betrayed his heritage and long-standing family vegetarianism. Only calmed down when told otherwise, but it haunted him for weeks.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. All of you are awesome, totally, totally awesome!
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I am terrified to eat anything at luv2bake's place.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                This one needs a bit of setup:
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I was the butcher in a pretty large catering kitchen. The butchering area was on the edge of the shop, by the offices and dry storage- one had to walk behind me and go around the corner to get to the spices, the pastry supplies, oils & vinegars, etc...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                A good friend and my future roommate liked to wander by and chat while grabbing stuff from "dry" especially while the pastry shop had projects like oreo crusts or custom rice krispy treats... (good snacks!)
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                On this particular day, there were a few bags of marshmallows in "dry" and my buddies found many excuses to run to storage and snarf marshmallows. Between visits, I pulled a cannister of whole cloves from the shelf and inserted a few into every marshmallow in the bag.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I think I got everyone in the shop.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                The Exec chef, though, was the master... I remember walking in to find the entier pastry departent (a 15x20 ft room with work tables, 4 Hobarts, small steam kettle, desk, computer, shelves, etc) COMPLETELY wrapped in aluminium foil. Another time, after the pastry chef damaged his eye and had to wear a patch, the Chef covered the left half of everything with black paper.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. I work in a kitchen, and we have one of those pre-made chocolate molten cakes. You stick it on a plate, nuke it, toss some "vanilla" icre cream and magic shell on the ice cream. One day, we decided to freeze a "scoop" of our avacodo ranch, put it on the cake and prepared it in the regular way. We then left it in the pass-through and yelled "Dead cake in the window!"

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Only took a few servers to figure out why the cake tasted so funny this time.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. Not really a prank, but when I was growing up, we ate a lot of deli platters because we always had family over. My parents told me that the tongue was "special corned beef." It was years later that I realized I was eating a real tongue. Can't touch the stuff to this day.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. A bartender friend and I once persuaded another patron that wasabi was Japanese guacamole. Dude's eyes got big in a hurry!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. ok, I've got 2:
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Purim, several years ago, my friend and I are baking hamentashen for a party that night. hundreds and hundreds of hamentashen, and so naturally we start to get creative with the leftovers in the fridge. We spent a good part of the night walking around waiting for someone to take a bite of a baked bean or a leftover bangers and mash hamentashen!
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        #2: When I worked at summer camp there would be several times that the entire camp would go on a hike or outing together. The night before a bunch of counselors would have to make sandwiches for everyone, peanut butter and jelly, and cheese with mustard. Now, it being summer camp and all, and feeling that anything that was done to you as a camper, it was absolutely necessary to do to your kids, we just had to make trick sandwiches. These varied from being peanut butter and chocolate frosting, to putting candy bar wrappers (without the candy) in the middle of a sandwich, to experimenting with all kinds of spices. I would try to make more regular sandwiches than trick ones, but this was often ruined when a friend walking by would see several slices with peanut butter all over them and liberally sprinkle them with garlic powder!
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Some kids handled this better than others, and of course, sometimes discovered a new favorite sandwich (peanut butter and salsa, anyone?)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. Wow, this was a while ago when my wife and I were living in Hoboken, N.J., before we were married, I believe. There was this little bagle place I'd walk to on Sundays. One morning I figured I'd finally try their specialty, which was a sandwich heated and smashed by this little bagle press they had. The sandwich would get compressed by about 2/3 the size of a regular bagle). So I come home, give my wife-to-be her regular sliced-and shmeared bagle, and she watches me take mine out of the bag. Immediately she asks why my bagle was "flat." As I unwrapped mine and lifted it to my mouth for a bite, I couldn't resist: I told her it had fallen out of the little paper bag, landed on Washington Street, and got squashed by a passing truck. Horrified, she shrieked that I could not possibly eat "that thing." ... I finally had to tell her the truth. She really wasn't going to let me eat it.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. My parents had a little cafe in the 1950s and they used to tell us stories about the customers. One time a regular came in and my mom and aunt made him a sponge sandwich.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. My 2nd year in college, there was a guy on our floor who was whipped. My buds and I invited him for a White Castle run, to which he replied, " the GF wants me to eat less junk." No seriously, he had a diet dictated to him!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Needless to say, we left the boxes from a crave case to "scent" his room.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: willrun4food

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I once worked in an office where our customers would send us thank you gifts at Christmas. One gift was a chocolate torte. We had one the previous year and it was fantastic, so we were going to save it for the office Christmas party. Sadly it disappeared. We were able to determine which slob ate it (she also ate a whole box of Belgian chocolates in one sitting) and a few weeks later a co-worker made some brownie chocolates with X-lax frosting. Everyone but the culprit knew not to touch them. Sure enough, after her shift (she worked the skeleton shift) they were all gone. The person who made the brownies was smart enough to make them on slob's Friday so no one would have to work for her if she called in sick.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                In college my brother worked at a fairly large place that had a nice break-room with a big fridge where they could store lunches. Lunches were always being stolen or opened and picked over. The final straw was when my brother had my mother make a special baked item for a colleague's last day and someone sliced into it and ate a healthy portion. So as pay-back he and his buddies made a nice sandwich with a generous amount of cold-cuts, cheeses, etc. but instead of mayo they used Dove liquid dish-washing soap. They wrapped it in plastic wrap so it was visible in all its glory, and sure enough, it was stolen, (and presumably at least one bite was eaten) but the food thefts cut down drastically after that.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                The only gag I actively participated in was when my friend Michael was hospitalized for a kidney stone. He had a catheter and all of our friends just found that a hoot for some stupid reason, so we visited him in the hospital and while he was asleep we put a hot-dog with a couple of inches of clipped, straitened wire hanger inserted into it into his bed right next to his leg. It seems so childish now, but we were sooo proud of ourselves at the time.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: MysticYoYo

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Grrr to lunch thieves. I had a lunch thief bully at one of my previous offices who, much as though we were in the third grade, would steal my lunch and eat it in front of me saying he'd stop if he could take me out for a "real" meal.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  So I did the Ex-lax. Didn't stop. Cat food egg scramble. Still didn't stop (thought it was just hash). Blood soup with fish eyes -- which he actually liked.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  So I finally made some petit fours, hollowed one out, and stuffed it with half a habanero, then offered him my water bottle (in which I'd steeped another habanero). HA!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  It's the only time I've ever made a man cry...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              2. I worked in a rather nice bar and grill in Boulder Co. many years ago. This place made their own onion rings. Very tasty, but a real P.I.T.A. for the cooks. As a cook you had to slice the onions, break them up nicely and batter each one individually and carefully float them in the fryer so they wouldn't stick together. The same thing applied to their chicken strips.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                We had a waiter who would walk by the kitchen pass through and grab one or three from the basket as the appropriate was being summoned.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                A number of times the wait person (Rightfully so) refused to take out the order because it was now too small, leaving the cook to have to start all over again with a new batch.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                After having to re-do a number of batches I thought it was time to teach him a lesson. Looking around the kitchen I spied a large Styrofoam cup. I took the cup and cut it into slices, battered them and deep fried them. I placed them in the window and as sure as a heart beat there he was nibbling away on them. After they had sat for a number of minutes, I took one and broke it open. The only thing there was was batter. The styrofoam had melted and become completely invisible.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Time for plan "B"

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I then took a scotchbrite green scrubbie pad and cut it into strips. They were then battered just as the chicken strips. Nicely arranged they looked remarkably like the chicken strips. Up into the window they went.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Ah...... the expression on his face as he grabbed one and tried to chew through it. All the cooks on line almost died of laughter. He did quit grabbing stuff from the window and eating it when I cooked. :o)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. At a family gathering, my mother once filled a deviled egg with yellow butter cream frosting leftover for one of the young cousin's birthday cakes and served it to my uncle.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. As a kid, we took out most of the middles of some oreos, leaving an outer circle of white filling, and filled the cookies with wet cat food. Our friend would inhale cookies without tasting them, so he went thru 3 cookies before he thought they tasted funny.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. In college, I made friends with some very picky eaters. Knowing this, my mom fibbed when I took them home with me one weekend and said we were having country fried steak. They were a little hesitant, but since they had seen another roommate cook this before at our apartment, they went ahead and ate the meal. Afterwards Mom looked over at me and said, "Guess we should tell them what that really was.....Venison." Tears welled up in their eyes and I thought one was going to throw up. Mean trick, but mom despises picky eaters.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. My BF, a firefighter, is famous for his deviled eggs, and routinely plays a game of deviled egg roulette at the station, especially when a new cadet is around or someone who just switched houses. One or two or three yolks out of a a dozen are spiked with a bit of Dave's Insanity Sauce. You'd think the possibility of physical pain would deter eaters, but the eggs are apparently that good. The guys will gather round, stuff their faces and see who gets the trick egg. Sometimes the BF makes a batch with no hot eggs just to throw them off.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: LeslieB

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          we used to do exactly the same thing with tacos - we'd make one really really spicy, all the rest would be normal, no one would know who got it until they started eating.....

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: jeanmarieok

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            A friend married an uber-rich girl who didn't much care for us commoners. So, at the big pre-wedding rehearsl bash (we thought of doing this for the wedding, but
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            couldn't bring ourselves to such cruelty)...full of Thurston and Lovie Howellls, we placed big globs of peanutbutter on the toilets of the 6 bathrooms (very strategically). One lady came out in a huff and a friend said to her "what's wrong". She pointed to the commode and said friend stuck an index finger into the plop, licked his finger and said "I think its Sh_T !!" We let this go for a half hour and then cleaned things up. It was the best half hour !

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          2. re: LeslieB

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            I forgot to mention that he initially started this ritual because of a particularly boorish co-worker. He didn't much like this guy to begin with, and like many of the other victims mentioned in this thread, the dude was a famous hog. If he saw there were eggs, he'd scarf a whole plate of them. Naturally, something had to be done to deter him....