What food would you pay not to eat again?

My grandmas, she's never cooked with herbs.

Salt and pepper were on the table, not added during cooking.

Almost everything was boiled.

I don't know why.

She had cookbooks.

She had a garden and when the vegetables were ripe,

she brought them to die a slow death in her pot.

Mine was just the Sycward Fruit Cup.

My least favorite food when I was at the mental institution was the unseasoned powdered scrambled eggs.

How are you supposed to feel better when the food itself is that depressing?

I was just thinking of this today, actually.

My mum used to bake unseasoned chicken breasts with a slice of American cheese on top.

That's it. That's the meal. My dad once served mustard chicken. Chicken breasts left bare,

save for a single line of yellow mustard down the middle. Then baked until dry. He's gotten pretty good

at following recipes and even adapting them a bit for allergies. But on his own,

tragic. My mother-in-law's Taco Tuesday. Unseasoned, boiled ground beef, then put in a pester

strainer and washed. To get rid of the grease. Lettuce, tomato, pre-shredded bag of cheese,

and that's it. One taco each. I have not been back to dinner

there since, which may have been her plan all along. My grandmother-in-law had a sign in her

kitchen that said, Spices equal love. So I guess she hated us. My mom's cooking. She

over-cooked everything, which is why I hated any kind of meat growing up.

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