What is the worst thing you've been served and ate?
Love the chowhound stories. I started thinking about food moments and some of the flops I've eaten. Thought I'd see if others might share.
Guess it's only fair to start . . .
My grandmother made her "famous" egg pudding. She rarely ever cooked. My aunt made the meal; Granny made the dessert. I was a kid, and I'd never had egg pudding.
Granny proudly brought out a huge bowl and put it in front of me.
I took a big bite. Ugh.
My Mom saw my face and gave me the "look." Yikes. I tipped my brother off without saying anything. We were always real close. So, he asked for a very small bowl. Good on him.
All the adults were still eating, but then Granny got a bowl of her famous egg pudding.
"Ugh," she said. "I forgot to add the sugar. Why didn't anyone say something?"
I'd finished mine by then. I've never again had egg pudding.
Fruktsuppe (Norwegian fruit soup). I find it repulsive even when well-prepared due to the consistency of the soup and the textures of the fruit .It is a Norwegian specialty, meaning whenever guests from America show up, hosts feel compelled to make and serve this stuff. Just thinking about it activates my gag reflex.
Oh my gosh--I would happily trade places with anyone to avoid eating that stuff. My dad was born in Norway and I have made a number of trips over the years to visit family. It is a given that fruktsuppe shows up frequently. I honestly am not sure how the flavors work together--I am stuck on the gelatinous consistency of the soup, often served with a splash of fresh cream.
I am pretty sure I am a disappointment to some of my Norwegian relatives. I don't particularly care for lefse either. My Italian/German husband is happy to eat enough lefse for the both of us, and then some.
i'll answer on behalf of my boyfriend... i received a slow-cooker for christmas this year, and thought i would try a turkey meatloaf (probably not the best choice to begin with...)
he got home from work first, and let me know that it was looking a little mysterious. i opened the pot to see a congealed layer on top that was a light cream color. i scraped it off, and scooped out the "loaf," which when served, looked pretty much like regurgitated wet cat food. my boyfriend was a trooper (or starving) - he poured ketchup on it and took a few bites. needless to say, we ended up getting take-out.
I had just come back from a trip to the south and fell in love with hush puppies. Often I would order them as an appetizer, and out would come a basket of about two dozen light, delicious, just crisp enough hush puppies. Heaven.
Then I went to Cincinnati, and my friend raved about this terrific barbecue place. I'm not a huge fan of BBQ, but when he said that the hush puppies there were good, I gave it a go.
We waited an extraordinarily long time for the hush puppies to arrive, and when they did, I was dismayed to see six - yes, six - hush puppies, cooked until they were charred on the outside, with an appalling texture on the inside. Sadly, my friend thought that was the way hush puppies were supposed to be.