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Last week, we discussed the peculiar wince arising from eating something that tasted completely different to your expectation. Davi from Chicago comments:
In the vein of your discussion in episode 252, I have a story to tell. My first year in college, my friend Big Mike came into our apartment, giddy with excitement because he had just illicitly obtained a handle of cheap whiskey. He left momentarily to go to the bathroom or something — an opportunity my friends and I took to pour his whiskey out into another container and refill the handle with diluted soy sauce, which very convincingly reproduces the color of bad whiskey. When Big Mike came back, we all pretended to be drinking some and encouraged him to do the same. Needless to say, he was not very pleased.
I am very pleased though, Davi – pleased that you didn’t replace the whiskey with piss. I think that’s what we were all expecting from the first couple of sentences of that email, right?
Here’s what Rachel from Sale really was not expecting:
I was at a National Trust car park with my family, sitting in the car and we were just about to leave. My mum then passed me a conker and told me it was a Malteaser. I thanked her and put it into my mouth. Instead of chocolate I tasted soil and spat it on the floor. It was disgusting!! Answer me this: why do parents play tricks like this on their children??
Ahem – because it’s funny, parents, am I right? Until your beloved child chokes to death on a conker.
And shame on Rachel from Sale’s mum for pulling a prank on NATIONAL TRUST SOIL!
Answer Me This! Podcast 
April 25, 2013 at 12:50 am |
The worst unexpected taste I ever encountered was after a night out at a party, during which the host had been proudly giving out their home-brew. I managed to avoid it all night, but I didn’t know that the friend staying at my house that even had accepted a bottle…
I woke up in the middle of the night gasping for water, grabbed the bottle and gulped a clear liquid that tasted like nail polish remover mixed with something even less delicious. I think it could have been used as an industrial solvent. I am an woefully underplaying the entire experience, is it okay that I haven’t quite forgiven my so-called ‘friend’ for leaving this next to my bed??
April 18, 2013 at 8:26 am |
When I moved to Japan, I ordered a jam doughnut and it turned out to be anko – bean paste – at the time I found that upsetting, but I subsequently came to love that flavour.
The WORST specifically dougnut related problem came from drinking. I noticed that Japanese men, on the last train home, invariably had a Mr Donut lunchbox thing (like this http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y236/pinkdewy/MisterDonutJapanNo.jpg) – I decided that I would end my nights out like this too.
Woke up, hung over and dusty, groggy feeling really sick. I thought a sugar rush might help.
Grabbed a doughnut.
Sodding curry flavour. Bovrilish curry flavour.
Very traumatic.
(like this: http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5176/5537397782_6a97976dcc_z.jpg)
(other people’s photos)