Admittedly, the worst we ever did to them was spice cake cooked in a microwave oven. But we were in college at the time–it was a well-intended treat at the time. They didn’t convert us, my roommate and me, but we fed 'em because they were nice.
The grossest thing ever fed *to me * when I was a Mormon missionary would have to be bull cock. And I’m not talking about a hamburger patty made of ground cock, or diced cock in broth, where you wouldn’t be able to tell what it was. No, no, no. It was an eight inch, veiny bullrod, steaming and glistening on a small mound of rice. At the stump end, where it had been cut away from the body, you could see the cross section of the inside, complete with arteries, veins and this weird spongy erectile tissue. How did it taste, you ask? Why, it was awful. Thanks for asking.
I have never fed them. I guess I missed an opportunity.
I once gave a Dr Pepper to one of those irritating, Hell-spawn, magazine salesmen after he wasted half an hour of my time refusing to get off my front step. It was worth it to get him to leave, though I’m ashamed to say that I sicced him on my perfectly innocent neighbors so he’s go away.
I just pull out the marketing materials from my local Presbyterian church and invite them to join the one TRUE religion. They usually do not stay for dinner for some reason.
cooked up some popcorn one saturday afternoon when the lads arrived. but that was for me and my daughter to enjoy while watching the classic thunderbird series that was on tv at the time. so they werent staying and we werent sharing that day. gotta say i love their accents though!
My very creepy Gramps loves eating the balls of any animal at hand. When we get rabbit and it was female, he whines that he can’t eat its balls because “whatever you’re eating, that’s what you’re growing” (lo que se come se cría).
Between that and the post-war recipes I’ve heard, the weirdest thing to me about your post was the missing balls. Wonder who got 'em.
And while it was the most disturbing and most difficult to force myself to eat, it was actually not the worst tasting body part I had in Ecuador. That would be a two way tie between hoof and udder.
Wonder no more. My companion, sitting next to me at the table, had one of them. Our hostess, a very nice and kind lady in her sixties, had the other. I’m not sure whether this meant I was the guest of honor, or she knew my birthday was coming up, or what.
Why would you feed anything coming to your door and peddling religion??
Although I did have a friend who’s Dad consistently asked them to come in and he made them tea or coffee - he was very bored after retiring at an early age.
I discourage univited visitors and don’t bother to open the door to strangers soliciting anything. But I’ve watched “Arsenic and Old Lace” and waiting to be old and dotty enough to actually poison their sherry after inviting them in for a chat. Mormons, firewood sellers, campaigning politicians… all will be welcomed in for a little chat and cheer.
Speaking as a former Mormon and a former missionary, virtually all of the weird food experiences I’ve been privy to involved people who were already members of the Church. Missionaries don’t generally go door to door asking for food, and if they did, they’d deserve all the abuse everyone here seems to eager to hep upon them.