Everyone has one. And for a lot of adults in my generation, school dinners were just that. AAAAH!
Actually no, they were amazing!
It must have been a heck of a challenge to feed 800 hungry boys, plus their ravenous masters, three times a day, seven days a week for the whole term. But they seemed to achieve it day in and day out. The staff must have had a hard time, as some of those boys had very particular tastes and attitudes!
But the food was excellent; always freshly made on-site, and we even had fresh milk from the school farm! There was also always a salad bar, a wide selection of mains, meat dishes, veggies and all manner of puddings :) I do however relate to the norm of hating school dinners though: at Prep school, the mere thought of spotted dick with custard filled our hearts with fear!
But my worst food moment was still yet to come...
My worst food experience came a bit later in life and I’m afraid to say, was cooked by my own fair hand. I was in my early 20’s and living in the French Alps. My best friend and I had decided to drive over in late November and see if we could find a job that could keep us in beer and skiing for the whole winter season. We had fortunately found a small studio to rent through another friend, so at least we had a place to stay. We also managed to eventually find jobs, but the first month was tough.
Just before Christmas, starving and hungover (we somehow always managed to buy cheap booze, if nothing else), I found 300 French Francs on the floor - it was the most epic feeling ever! Immediately I went to the supermarket and bought as much wine and beer as I could, leaving enough for one slap up meal.
Sausage and mash! Yes, that was what I craved. I purchased the items from the market and headed back home. I cooked the spuds and opened the sausages, and I started to lightly fry them. Holy Crap what was that smell!? The room and the entire apartment block began to smell like a rotting skunk. I didn’t know what to do, and then my friend burst in through the front door to tell me that the neighbours were starting to notice and were concerned someone had died or recently been discovered after dying a year earlier!
I’m still traumatised by that evening.
The fact of that matter is that these sausages were Andouillette: sausages made from French pigs' colons (I thought they were just bog standard bangers). But I was so hungry that I placed them on the plate and cut into one hoping for the best.
The scene was reminiscent that one in the Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back, when Han Solo uses Luke’s Lightsabre to cut open a dead Tauntaun (watch it here)! I cried!
But thankfully, this is all behind me and (hopefully) I never cook something as disastrous as that again! And neither do you - sign up for our meal plans here and say hello to falling in love with cooking (and delicious dinners).