The worst meal I have ever had is on a regular basis is with my husband's childhood friends. One time we were invited to an 80th birthday party for his mother at a seniors home we had use of the kitchen, I suggested that everybody bring a designated dish, salads, casseroles, desserts etc. I was told it was taken care of. When we got there, we had to buy $10.00 tickets for the event. We paid ten dollars each. On the tables before the dinner, there were bowls of chips and no name dip. Then the dinner came on. It was catered. Frozen everything. The meatballs had this grey glop on them. Scalloped potatoes were from a package, and tasted so chemical like. The cutlets were tastless and shriveled up. The perogies had this thick chewy dough. The no name cold cuts she bought herself from Superstore, were watery and flavorless, sitting in a plastic bag for months. They also had huge tubs of gooey, icky potato salad and pasta salad. The coleslaw was bright green and so onion like, the dressing was a mystery dressing that was sickingly sweet. There was just enough hot food for one serving. My husband who dosen't complain much, said it was the worst food he has ever tasted. The room was so brightly lit, I was getting a headache, yet they had dimmers. They also brought three bottles of wine that were sitting there in their house for months, half consumed already, for us to drink. To top it all off, we had already donated $30.00 towards the T.V that they asked for. There were 80 tickets printed and only 18 people showed up. At the cottage, she begged us this weekend to it keep simple, no fussing, she said. Everything they eat is from the no-name frozen boxes. When they barbeque, they don't like grill marks. Everything is so over-well done, you can't tell what you are eating.This weekend we are going to be treated to frozen perogies baked in canned cheddar cheese soup and weiners. When dinner is served, she stands and watches that we don't take too much, because her two boys that are in their 40's might want second helpings. Both are divorced, not remarried. When I bring food, they have this look of horror, such as spinach salad, anything with garlic, anything they are not familiar with. Potatoes with peels on are a no-no. Barbequed vegetable are not even considered, a wasted of propane. Mmmm. I can hardly wait this weekend.
