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Dealing with unwanted guests circa 1558

meatn3 Mar 20, 2012 09:10 AM

Seems to be an age old problem

In 1558 they were referred to as "smell-feasts" and this link highlights an interesting trick for being rid of them!

http://www.theoldfoodie.com/2012/03/u...

Bonus is the trick could be handy for a Halloween dinner too,

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    wayne keyser Mar 20, 2012 01:41 PM

    Golly, I was certainly under a misapprehension - I thought the way to deal with unwanted guests back then involved swords and a dubgeon.

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    1. re: wayne keyser
      meatn3 Mar 20, 2012 03:43 PM

      This option was more readily available for the moatless masses...

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      smartie Mar 20, 2012 03:02 PM

      love the fake worms.

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      1. re: smartie
        KaimukiMan Mar 28, 2012 12:45 PM

        i guess they had no guitars or tennis racquets.

      2. JenJeninCT Mar 28, 2012 02:02 PM

        The following is a true story... no names or places have been changed to protect anyone, innocent or otherwise!

        I was a college student working 2 jobs, and my then-slacker brother Bruce was crashing at my apartment for an indeterminate amount of time. The most annoying of his fellow slackers, Mike Stortz, had the obnoxious habit of stopping by right before dinner time, and hanging around looking pitiful until he was fed. Of course, he never pitched in with food, money or clean- up help. By the 4th or 5th time, I had had enough. I asked my brother to keep him at the table for a few minutes after dinner. When we were done eating, I cleared the table, and put all of the plates on the floor, much to my dog's delight. When all of the dishes were "clean" , I picked them up, put them back in the cabinet, and went into the living room to watch tv. He never showed up for dinner again.

        I am generally not much of a prankster, but this same guy had a habit of driving drunk. On more than one occasion, when he showed up drunk at the local all -night breakfast/ study hall/ sober- up- -after- the- bar joint that everybody in Gainesville went to -Skeeter's- in the wee hours, I stole his car with his hide-a- key (not really stole, just moved- Skeeter's was at one end of an L shaped shopping center, with a Wal- Mart on the other end- I 'd hide his car behind Wal-Mart- a public service, if nothing else!)

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