I've not got much sense of smell anyway, so wouldn't be fussed about losing the rest of it.
Two worst cooking-related mishaps: the first was a long time ago when I was a student. I made Jif a black forest gateau as a special birthday present. Unfortunately the chocolate cake base was a flourless recipe from Delia and it just didn't set at all - when I opened the sides of the springform tin it just schlooped out. Luckily I had realised it was gloopy and had it on an appropriate plate with deep edges. I dumped the whipped cream and cherries on the top and we ate it with spoons; it tasted fine but I've had to endure jokes about my black forest soup ever since. :-)
The second one was related to the lack of sense of smell - I was cooking some chicken in a wok, and didn't realise it was off. I'd just added a load of other ingredients when Jif walked in and went "EURGH, what's that SMELL?". Whoops. We threw it away.
Oh, and another: Jif has a real hang up about offal, and especially kidneys. In France one time we were trying to get a quick meal in a "Flunch" (quick and cheap but reasonable food chain restaurant) and he picked something that was called "rognons de porc". We didn't know what rognons were and assumed it was like medallions of pork or something. He ate one bite and was nearly sick, then asked me to look it up in the dictionary but NOT TELL HIM any details if it was any form of offal. Yep, kidneys.
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Two worst cooking-related mishaps: the first was a long time ago when I was a student. I made Jif a black forest gateau as a special birthday present. Unfortunately the chocolate cake base was a flourless recipe from Delia and it just didn't set at all - when I opened the sides of the springform tin it just schlooped out. Luckily I had realised it was gloopy and had it on an appropriate plate with deep edges. I dumped the whipped cream and cherries on the top and we ate it with spoons; it tasted fine but I've had to endure jokes about my black forest soup ever since. :-)
The second one was related to the lack of sense of smell - I was cooking some chicken in a wok, and didn't realise it was off. I'd just added a load of other ingredients when Jif walked in and went "EURGH, what's that SMELL?". Whoops. We threw it away.
Oh, and another: Jif has a real hang up about offal, and especially kidneys. In France one time we were trying to get a quick meal in a "Flunch" (quick and cheap but reasonable food chain restaurant) and he picked something that was called "rognons de porc". We didn't know what rognons were and assumed it was like medallions of pork or something. He ate one bite and was nearly sick, then asked me to look it up in the dictionary but NOT TELL HIM any details if it was any form of offal. Yep, kidneys.