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Iron Chef Reflux?

You mean we shouldn't have served the pancakes with Syrup of Ipcac?

/who knew?

Sounds like a great party.

/How 'bout a nice greasy pork sandwich served in a dirty ashtray?

Pansies.

When I was a kid, we ate was put in front of us, and LIKED it.
Or else.

I have fond memories of making what was supposed to be traditional Moroccan meatballs with rancid meat for school. Ah the joys of wretching!

Saw it was from my hometown newspaper and panicked that it was my old high school. Panicked, because we had a day like that and I'd hate for any German student to miss the opportunity to do the same presentation on wurst four years in a row like I did.
...you don't care, do you.

starsrift: Pansies.

When I was a kid, we ate was put in front of us, and LIKED it.
Or else.

When you got home, did your dad slice you in two with a breadknife?

Wonder how "accidental" it was.

/Hey, let's get teacher to eat some dog poo!!!

Joce678: Wonder how "accidental" it was.

/Hey, let's get teacher to eat some dog poo!!!

Just what I was thinking... or someone putting exlax in their dish... or cod liver oil... who would think that teens could be so devious...

People always said I was paranoid when I avoided meals at school, especially stuff people brought in.

Once we had to make cake for some damn middle school cooking class, everyone kept telling me to eat it the whole time and I refused. Everyone else got sick. I can't remember exactly what they determined caused it but it was something that was left out to long.

IndianaLiz: I'd hate for any German student to miss the opportunity to do the same presentation on wurst four years in a row like I did.
...you don't care, do you.

Rotbratwurst ist sehr gut! Mit Sauerkraut und Pumpernickel, bitte sehr!

How do you say "dog casserole" in Mandarin?

Mmmmmm. Woof, woof my good man.

Apparently I'm in the wrong thread. I was looking for recipes.

Hell, when I was in school, 50% of us would have hemorrhaged blood out of every orifice and still stayed for dessert.

They were teaching hindi?

Hmm. Must have been the possum innards.

Gee, I remember when we had to make food based on the periodic table for Chemistry in HS. I brought in a pepperoni pizza (Baked myself, not pizza hut). It had very few on top, loaded with cheese, and TONS of pepperonis underneath, with spaghetti sauce under it. I had barely one slice from it due to the others taking the slices (it was an 18" pizza). Even the teacher loved it.

/wasn't a school nut, just actually liked the assignment.
//would've loved to have something like this. SOS anyone?

Was somebody's favorite dish "petri"?

Shilar: Gee, I remember when we had to make food based on the periodic table for Chemistry in HS. I brought in a pepperoni pizza (Baked myself, not pizza hut). It had very few on top, loaded with cheese, and TONS of pepperonis underneath, with spaghetti sauce under it. I had barely one slice from it due to the others taking the slices (it was an 18" pizza). Even the teacher loved it.


What does that have to do with the Periodic Table? Do I have the dumb?

Back bottom gristle lumps?

Shilar: /wasn't a school nut, just actually liked the assignment.
//would've loved to have something like this. SOS anyone?

My high school chemistry class did the same thing - our teacher was one of the people behind National Mol Day, so we got extra credit for doing various mol-themed things on June 2nd (6/02, 6.2 x 10^23... cue "NEEEEEERDS!" pic). Tasks included scavenger hunts, writing and performing mol-themed songs, that kind of silly stuff. Finally there was a mol-themed cake contest, with 5 extra credit points for participating and 20 points for winning the contest.

Now, I had homework issues that trimester, so I decided that I really needed those 20 points and would get them at all cost. Sure, doing my homework would have been more fulfilling academically, but the look on the faces of all the girls when we carried in a giant cake (two sheet cakes pushed together, actually) w/ the periodic table written out several colors of icing... it was the kind of spirit-crushing you could bottle and pour on pancakes.

/got the 20 points and pulled out a B for the semester
//the cake wasn't a lie

In Orange County, FL, we're not allowed to have the students bring in anything to share that's not straight from the store and in it's original packaging. I've always thought it was a little indicative of a nanny state, but it would suck if something like this happened.

I don't care how popular a teacher you are, you're asking for trouble if you have your entire class prepare a dish. I wouldn't be surprised if the student who prepared the offending sample just happened not to partake.

Chester J. Lampwick: In Orange County, FL, we're not allowed to have the students bring in anything to share that's not straight from the store and in it's its original packaging. I've always thought it was a little indicative of a nanny state, but it would suck if something like this happened.

I don't care how popular a teacher you are, you're asking for trouble if you have your entire class prepare a dish. I wouldn't be surprised if the student who prepared the offending sample just happened not to partake.

FTFM, hopefully ahead of the Grammar Nazi's Nazis

In 10th grade we had an "Invertebrate Foods Banquet" in Biology, and everyone was encouraged to bring in a dish. Other students brought in things like oysters, escargot, crawfish. Me? I bought 3 dozen live crickets, boiled them alive, chopped'em up, and mixed them into melted white chocolate I had colored green. Being a truly evil and rebelious type, I was floored when everyone like my "Chocolate Chirpies". I was floored yet again when my Chirpies won best dish, and I made the front page of the school newspaper. Who knew that crickets had such a nutty flavor and complimented chocolate so well?

The French kid tried to make ratatouille and used the movie as a recipe.

gweilo8888: starsrift: Pansies.

When I was a kid, we ate was put in front of us, and LIKED it.
Or else.

When you got home, did your dad slice you in two with a breadknife?

Oh, I wish! To have the luxury of a father that would only slice me in twain with something as comforting as a breadknife! You lucky bastard!

Lightweights.

starsrift: gweilo8888: starsrift: Pansies.

When I was a kid, we ate was put in front of us, and LIKED it.
Or else.

When you got home, did your dad slice you in two with a breadknife?

Oh, I wish! To have the luxury of a father that would only slice me in twain with something as comforting as a breadknife! You lucky bastard!

What is this "slice" you speak of? I remember my brother and I having to take turns every night being run over with the steamroller so we could be used as a tarp to cover the rest of my father's construction equipment to keep it from getting rained on/stolen.

/God help us if someone did come along and steal something and we didn't stop them.

"Chapman said it's unknown which dishes caused the students to have gastrointestinal problems including vomiting."

I'm pretty sure the students have an idea.

They probably didn't eat what was brought in first thing in the morning. Some of it no doubt needed refrigeration. Hours later at room temperature, it's a bacteria puke-fest. They actually learned a valuable lesson in food handling.

maceinator: They probably didn't eat what was brought in first thing in the morning. Some of it no doubt needed refrigeration. Hours later at room temperature, it's a bacteria puke-fest. They actually learned a valuable lesson in food handling.

The school (board) probably just banned students from bringing food for class...

They didn't say that it was a modeling school, and that this was typical behavior after eating.

kill the kid who brought the room-temperature shrimp dip.

Would you like flies with that?

Was it the cockroach clusters?^

One of my sisters was upset at eating 2 portions of an alpo based casserole at a spanish class potluck.

In retaliation, she chopped up one of those crappy little soaps that Avon sold that your mom would decorate the bathroom with. This particular piece of soap had probably been sitting in a dish in the bathroom for 10 years. She took the pieces to school and called it butterscotch candy.

Strangely enough several kids ate it. Of course they became violently ill.

I'm curious if it was so old that the scent had totally faded. Otherwise I don't understand how you can't tell the difference between soap and candy.

Ah, yes and someday these fine poisoners "cooks" will be preparing meals for their WHOLE FAMILY!

Yum yum, eat up kiddies.

Peacedog: One of my sisters was upset at eating 2 portions of an alpo based casserole at a spanish class potluck.

In retaliation, she chopped up one of those crappy little soaps that Avon sold that your mom would decorate the bathroom with. This particular piece of soap had probably been sitting in a dish in the bathroom for 10 years. She took the pieces to school and called it butterscotch candy.

Strangely enough several kids ate it. Of course they became violently ill.

I'm curious if it was so old that the scent had totally faded. Otherwise I don't understand how you can't tell the difference between soap and candy.

Sis, how YOU doin?

Fred and George Weasley wanted for questioning.

I got sick from MY OWN DAMN COOKING last weekend. If the mushrooms taste a little "off", don't use them on the garlic bread pizza!

Hoopy Frood: Was somebody's favorite dish "petri"?

I giggled like a little girl. +1

I took French in high school and we had a big assignment where we had to do a report on an assigned francophone country, make a cloth flag of the country, and bring in a popular dish from that country. I was assigned Martinique and my dish was bananas baked with cream cheese. I made it, brought it in, and didn't get to serve it that day because we were serving the dishes as the reports were read one at a time, so I had to take it home and bring it back the next day. By then, it has tasted like crap.

It's not just school based - it's any potluck really. The sickest I have ever been in my life was due to a potluck Christmas lunch at one place I worked. There were 14 people who attended and 12 were quite ill after it. I was the worst - food poisoning to the point of delerium, lots of vomit, delusions, fever, the whole enchilada ....

I avoid potluck food since that incident.

/It was the meatballs, I think.

When I was in fourth grade, we had a bake sale and we were told to make something to bring in. I spent my own money to make chocolate walnut cookies from a duncan hines box. They were big, they were chocolatey, they were kind of gray when they came out of the oven. I didn't know if they were supposed to look like that and figured maybe it was the walnuts. But I arranged them carefully in a pretty round tin and dutifully took it to school for other people to buy and eat, all the while, hungry as hell to eat them myself, but never trying even one.

The bake sale comes and goes. I don't see or hear my cookies. But at the end of the day, the teachers return the tin to me empty and tell me that they were all sold. I was happy (because I was a little kid), but it also didn't make sense to me that all my cookies were sold and yet they weren't on the table and I saw no one eating them.

It wasn't until over a decade later I figured it out, out of the blue. It also wasn't the only lie I was told in 4th grade. Oh well. I just wish someone had been honest instead of trying to be nice to the little kid.

Anyway, I've never gotten sick at any church function or family reunion I've been invited to, and frankly those old ladies could cook. Except when it came to macaroni. I think macaroni and cheese should be left to the professionals -- like my grandmother (rest in peace). Seriously, very few people can make macaroni and cheese. I don't know why that is. It doesn't matter if it came from a generic box or a gourmet box or from real scratch. VERY few people can get macaroni and cheese right. For myself, I don't bother to attempt. I stick to spaghetti.

In other news, why do white people bring in leftovers for potlucks and company dinners? I used to work with someone who actually brought in a half-eaten cake! and expected people to eat it. I also worked with a white woman who brought in a half eat casserole for a holiday pot luck. Then there was the woman at a third job who prepared lemonaid for everyone on her floor (which wasn't mine) -- by filling the pitcher up with water from the lady's room wash faucet! I didn't know what to do while I washed my own hands, and just prayed that no one drank, or drank much, because I had to return to my own office.

It's not all white people. But there's always one in the office. I have never seen a black person pull something like that, ever. Is it innocent? or is it an intentional (but passive-aggressive) slight on those offered the leftovers? Does this also happen in all-white office settings, where there are zero minorities? Is it a class thing or a regional thing (like 'memaw' and 'papaw'), instead a race thing or a insult thing?

ExperianScaresCthulhu: When I was in fourth grade, we had a bake sale and we were told to make something to bring in. I spent my own money to make chocolate walnut cookies from a duncan hines box. They were big, they were chocolatey, they were kind of gray when they came out of the oven. I didn't know if they were supposed to look like that and figured maybe it was the walnuts. But I arranged them carefully in a pretty round tin and dutifully took it to school for other people to buy and eat, all the while, hungry as hell to eat them myself, but never trying even one.

The bake sale comes and goes. I don't see or hear my cookies. But at the end of the day, the teachers return the tin to me empty and tell me that they were all sold. I was happy (because I was a little kid), but it also didn't make sense to me that all my cookies were sold and yet they weren't on the table and I saw no one eating them.

It wasn't until over a decade later I figured it out, out of the blue. It also wasn't the only lie I was told in 4th grade. Oh well. I just wish someone had been honest instead of trying to be nice to the little kid.

Anyway, I've never gotten sick at any church function or family reunion I've been invited to, and frankly those old ladies could cook. Except when it came to macaroni. I think macaroni and cheese should be left to the professionals -- like my grandmother (rest in peace). Seriously, very few people can make macaroni and cheese. I don't know why that is. It doesn't matter if it came from a generic box or a gourmet box or from real scratch. VERY few people can get macaroni and cheese right. For myself, I don't bother to attempt. I stick to spaghetti.

In other news, why do white people bring in leftovers for potlucks and company dinners? I used to work with someone who actually brought in a half-eaten cake! and expected people to eat it. I also worked with a white woman who brought in a half eat casserole for a holiday pot luck. Then there was the woman at a third job who prepared lemonaid for everyone on her floor (which wasn't mine) -- by filling the pitcher up with water from the lady's room wash faucet! I didn't know what to do while I washed my own hands, and just prayed that no one drank, or drank much, because I had to return to my own office.

It's not all white people. But there's always one in the office. I have never seen a black person pull something like that, ever. Is it innocent? or is it an intentional (but passive-aggressive) slight on those offered the leftovers? Does this also happen in all-white office settings, where there are zero minorities? Is it a class thing or a regional thing (like 'memaw' and 'papaw'), instead a race thing or a insult thing?

Nice stream of consciousness post. When you read it, imagine it in Harry Caray's voice.

ExperianScaresCthulhu: In other news, why do white people bring in leftovers for potlucks and company dinners? I used to work with someone who actually brought in a half-eaten cake! and expected people to eat it. I also worked with a white woman who brought in a half eat casserole for a holiday pot luck. Then there was the woman at a third job who prepared lemonaid for everyone on her floor (which wasn't mine) -- by filling the pitcher up with water from the lady's room wash faucet! I didn't know what to do while I washed my own hands, and just prayed that no one drank, or drank much, because I had to return to my own office.

Was the water in the bathroom marked as "non-suitable for drinking?" Was there an office kitchen that she could have used?

The water coming out of the faucets, unless otherwise marked, is the same coming out of the drinking fountains or anywhere else in the building. Sure, it might seem a little germy to do it in a bathroom, but likely the office kitchen is not much better, considering that some of the germiest places in offices are people's own desks and they're likely handling that faucet without washing their hands.

I wouldn't have a problem with the water. And I don't have problems if someone brings in left over birthday cake that they don't want to finish all alone. A casserole is a different mater, of course. But cake is cake.

/REVENGE
//subtle?
///hotlinked for hot, spicy, taste

Leopold_Desciple: ExperianScaresCthulhu: In other news, why do white people bring in leftovers for potlucks and company dinners? I used to work with someone who actually brought in a half-eaten cake! and expected people to eat it. I also worked with a white woman who brought in a half eat casserole for a holiday pot luck. Then there was the woman at a third job who prepared lemonaid for everyone on her floor (which wasn't mine) -- by filling the pitcher up with water from the lady's room wash faucet! I didn't know what to do while I washed my own hands, and just prayed that no one drank, or drank much, because I had to return to my own office.

Was the water in the bathroom marked as "non-suitable for drinking?" Was there an office kitchen that she could have used?

The water coming out of the faucets, unless otherwise marked, is the same coming out of the drinking fountains or anywhere else in the building. Sure, it might seem a little germy to do it in a bathroom, but likely the office kitchen is not much better, considering that some of the germiest places in offices are people's own desks and they're likely handling that faucet without washing their hands.

I wouldn't have a problem with the water. And I don't have problems if someone brings in left over birthday cake that they don't want to finish all alone. A casserole is a different mater, of course. But cake is cake.

You are nasty. LOL Do you teach your sons to slack off on washing their hands because 'piss is sterile and a penis is less germy than touching anything'?

I don't want fecal matter in my office lemonade. (And if you live in my town, you'll remember a local news story from about 15 years ago where a local popular restaurant chain's lemonade tested for unacceptable amounts of fecal material. There was also the case of ICE CUBES testing for unacceptable amounts of fecal material.) The lemonade incident happened at a state office building.

Besides, you can also drink the water that pools in the tank behind your toilet -- but would you? If you would personally, would you still serve that to co-workers? For me, there's a difference between what I can be lax about for myself and what I am willing to do for others. Drink from the neck of the 2-liter at home and I live alone? sure, it's mine. Drink from the neck of the 2-liter if other people are in the home, or (god forbid) the office? absolutely not. So if I were in that lady's situation, I wouldn't have brought powder lemonade to serve other people; I would have bought UN-OPENED pre-packaged already made drinks.

The cake situation was not okay. It's exactly the same as the half-eaten casserole. So I'm glad you agree about the casserole, but don't understand about not agreeing about the cake.

When you're serving half-eaten cake (or casserole), you are not 'sharing' because you don't want to eat it alone. You are passing off your garbage to your co-workers. You are treating your co-workers like garbage disposals. That's insulting. It's disrespectful. 'I don't like this -- maybe they'll eat it'. That kind of thinking is screwed up, be you white, asian, latino native american or black.

To end, Chester J. Lampwick's school districk is absolutely right: always bring pre-packaged, to be safe.

I just spent the last night producing vast amount of vomit, amongst other physical symptoms of general illness, so I'm getting a kick out of these replies.

/dnrta
//stomach virus

tomo12144: What does that have to do with the Periodic Table? Do I have the dumb?

I'm not sure either. Maybe it was P (Phosphorus) or Pt (Platinum)