I have a good friend who thinks that she is an amazing cook. She puts an enormous amount of effort into meals, and is extremely proud of her efforts. Unfortunately, the outcome is rarely good. On a good day, it’s mediocre.
I’ve had nasty garlic mashed potatoes. She insisted on boiling the large baking potatoes whole, and they didn’t get done. So we had crunchy mashed potatoes. I had a hard time hiding my reaction when I bit into a chunk of raw garlic.
Fruit salad consisted of wonderfully fresh peaches mixed with frozen blueberries.
I don’t think that I’ve ever seen her serve vegetables of any kind.
She’s made fried chicken that was burnt on the outside and raw on the inside. She doesn’t use a meat thermometer, so she just goes by if the thinks it’s cooked long enough. So far, though, no food poisoning, so that’s a plus.
There are too many other examples to list. I don’t want to hurt her feelings, but I’m always glad when we decide to eat out!