Yep… the good ones here in Utah serve chips and salsa. We went to Cisco’s in Vancouver Washington… my son so loaded up on the chips and salsa ( they brought us four baskets) that he didnt eat his taco.
I was in Egypt with a military team who took turns having the other guys over for dinner. One of the men admitted that the only thing he knew how to make was grilled cheese sandwiches and he was embarrassed to serve us such humble fare. We assured him that was fine and the evening arrived.
So we’re sitting in the living room and I smell scorching butter, but figure he just got the pan too hot and would start over. The smell intensified and was enhanced by burning bread. I went to see what was going on and the guy turns from the stove with a spatula in his hand, sweating profusely and shrouded in smoke, and says “I’m having a little trouble with this goddamn stove”. I look and there are four sandwiches cooking directly on the burners which are glowing cherry red and smoking like a four-alarm fire. I’ve never laughed so hard in my life.
I’ll return to this riotous thread later, after my finals, but I must share this…
I went to a school where the cook (soon fired) put olives and pimentos in the mashed potatoes. It was awful.
And during a hospital stay, they tried to get me to eat some Jell-o that had…things…suspended in it. Due to my drug induced haze, I couldn’t exactly tell what was in there, but I swear it looked like sea-monkeys. This, I did not eat.
Sounds like you were in the hospital in Utah.
You know here haute cuisine is green jello with shredded carrots or pistachio pudding with cottage cheese in it. I can GUARANTEE no LDS church get together will be complete without it.
Speak not to me of LDS church get-togethers.
I’m firmly convinced that Methodists believe you can’t get into Heaven unless you bring a covered dish.