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The Worst Meal I’ve Ever Eaten
Day 9 of Keeley’s writing challenge
I’m not a fussy eater. In fact, I’ll eat just about anything especially if I don’t know what it is. I’ve had a couple of pretty terrible meals I simply have not been able to get into my mouth. One was the fish eye soup in the hawker market in Singapore. If the fish eye staring up at me wasn’t enough, it smelled just like cat food!
Another meal that my brothers and sister and I couldn’t eat was garfish fish cakes. We couldn’t eat the garfish the night before because of the tiny bones so mum decided it was a good idea to put them through the mincer to make even tinier bones.
The boys threw theirs over their shoulders out the window to our dog and my sister and I pocketed ours in the large pockets on our skirts to be later flushed down the toilet. So that’s two meals I didn’t eat.
Mmm, let me think… Oh I know! We once went to our favourite restaurant Chevaliers with Hungarian-Romanian friends. We all ordered the tandoori fish. They and my husband all sent theirs back to the chef.
I didn’t. I ate every last morsel. It was hot and spicy. When I finished the plate, my mouth continued to burn. I drank more wine. I wound up with what the doctor called chemical burns on my tongue. I found out later that their normal chef was off sick and…
