i made a birthday dinner for my friends once, i had bought a block of the then brand new "seriously strong cheddar" in a large size which was on special.
So as a Fairly recent Student I was making a cheese and tomato pasta bake, one of those foods you don't mind as a poor student but wouldn't dream of eating now. It was kind of shameful because I knew how to cook fairly well and had a wealth of recipes and kitchen skills and common sense that just escaped me that night.
So i make the pasta bake pretty normally and i have like.. all this cheese left. And i haven't tasted it yet (urg, first rule of kitchen club completely broken). so i'm like "i know we'll put a cheese top on, it'll be great". So i start slicing up the cheese into the sort of slabs you'd put on toast for the grill right? and we use up the rest of this massive block of cheese.
So anyways i pull it out, we serve the 6 people there. we're at the table eating and i'm like two forkfuls in before i just know it's bad. it's so strong this cheddar. It's like i'm eating the melted block of cheese and nothing else. It's soooo bad. and I'm like sitting there watching everyone else trying to eat politely and wondering how long i should let them pretend to be able to stomach it, sure one of them will throw up soon?
Sure enough the friend who helped me all afternoon has stopped eating and she's looking at me and i look at her and i'm like.. ok this has gone too far and i say out loud "it's alright if you don't like it, it's a bit too cheesey for me" and everyone else is like suddenly "OH THANK FUCK!!" and puts down their forks and stuff "oh no it's fine just a bit strong" they assure me and in my head i'm screaming at them "no! it was awful!"
The worst thing I've ever cooked hands down. I'm so ashamed from it that I've never made a cheese and tomato pasta ever again.
i made a birthday dinner for my friends once, i had bought a block of the then brand new "seriously strong cheddar" in a large size which was on special.
So as a Fairly recent Student I was making a cheese and tomato pasta bake, one of those foods you don't mind as a poor student but wouldn't dream of eating now. It was kind of shameful because I knew how to cook fairly well and had a wealth of recipes and kitchen skills and common sense that just escaped me that night.
So i make the pasta bake pretty normally and i have like.. all this cheese left. And i haven't tasted it yet (urg, first rule of kitchen club completely broken). so i'm like "i know we'll put a cheese top on, it'll be great". So i start slicing up the cheese into the sort of slabs you'd put on toast for the grill right? and we use up the rest of this massive block of cheese.
So anyways i pull it out, we serve the 6 people there. we're at the table eating and i'm like two forkfuls in before i just know it's bad. it's so strong this cheddar. It's like i'm eating the melted block of cheese and nothing else. It's soooo bad. and I'm like sitting there watching everyone else trying to eat politely and wondering how long i should let them pretend to be able to stomach it, sure one of them will throw up soon?
Sure enough the friend who helped me all afternoon has stopped eating and she's looking at me and i look at her and i'm like.. ok this has gone too far and i say out loud "it's alright if you don't like it, it's a bit too cheesey for me" and everyone else is like suddenly "OH THANK FUCK!!" and puts down their forks and stuff "oh no it's fine just a bit strong" they assure me and in my head i'm screaming at them "no! it was awful!"
The worst thing I've ever cooked hands down. I'm so ashamed from it that I've never made a cheese and tomato pasta ever again.