What's the worst food you have ever eaten that was cooked by someone else?

[QueenOfMyWorld]

Under cooked bacon wrapped around philidelphia cheese. It was a starter that a friend did,I vomited that night,might have been unrelated but doubt it.Urgh can still taste it years later

Boiled belly pork.
'spaghetti bolognaise' made with watery fatty pet mince from the butcher, Tesco value gravy, a can of carrots and a can of tomatoes.
Those awful tinned pies
Campbell's meatballs in the catfood-esque gravy
Those microwaved dinners except they were cooked for twice as long as usual because 'meat needs to be cooked well because you need to be careful with meat.

Plus other horrors. Unsurprisingly the only meat I now eat is chicken, which tends to be once in a blue moon and only if I have cooked it.

Oh, and belly pork, tinned pies and tinned meatballs are not welcome in this house.

Pasta pudding.

Penne pasta cooked in sweetened milk. Slightly undercooked at that.

Even better, the host was lactose intolerant, so didn't even eat it.

When I was a student nurse (in the days before it was a degree, so I got a salary), I used to treat myself to this when I got paid:

M&S tinned chicken in white sauce, heated through with mixed herbs added, on toast.

I cook better now, I promise!

As a teenager I was invited round to his house for Sunday lunch with the family. The whole week him and his sister's were banging on about his mum making 'The best roast ever. I couldn't wait, I bloody love a roast and apparently the gravy was heavenly.

Roast was aunt bessies roast potatoes done in the chip fryer. Tinned mushy peas, tinned tomatoes and cold sliced chicken (like what you would put on a sandwich, it had like a flat circle of stuffing in it).

The knock out gravy was bisto with the secret special ingredient of a shake of asdas mixed herbs. It was fucking awful.

'His' i mean boyfriend at the time ha

pork with prunes cooked by a 'friend' with whom I was waging a passive aggressive dinner party war. She lost!

Are you an ex of mine's SiL?

Only she, my ex, had a passive aggressive loathing of her SiL, which was completely one-sided as the latter had no idea there was supposed to be a feud between them.

Anyways, my ex returned from a dinner party at her SiL's and told me that she'd had a Moroccan dish of lamb with apricots and dates that (spits) was incredible and that she was going to make an even better version herself. Now, while my ex was a good cook, her one-sided passive aggressive loathing of her Sil, meant that the normal, grown-up approach of asking for the recipe was completely out of the question so she just blagged it.

Instead of the fragrant stewed lamb and fruit tagine I'd been promised, I got lamb that was like shoe leather, apricots with all the flavour and consistency of a bath plug and, instead of North Africa, got Christmas pudding mixed with Garam Masala when it came to the spices. After a few attempts to eat it, I surrendered, she binned the lot in a temper and we never spoke of it again.

Worst thing iv been fed was a carbonara but I'm sure the cream was off - it tasted like sick

Another "out to impress" one was a work colleague who invited some of us to hers for dinner. She was American of Italian heritage and regaled us with tales of authentic Italian recipes handed down the family for generations. Great. What we got was a 'carbonara' made from a layer of white bread, slathered in the cheapest of margarine, with the cheapest spaghetti - the stuff with barely any durum in it so that it's a slimy mush. The ham was full slices of the plastic-iest of plastic ham and the sauce was a tin of condensed mushroom soup with two sachets of Schwartz garlic powder dumped in it. I say dumped in as it wasn't stirred in so taking a mouthful released a bubble of pure garlic powder which choked you and shot up your nose at the same time.

I managed a few mouthfuls and, after reproachful looks and kicks in the shins underneath the table, got the unenviable job of telling our hostess that it was fucking inedible. She disappeared into her bedroom with a bottle of wine and we all left to get a pizza. The workplace was quite a bit frosty after that.

Roast turkey with the giblets still in
Lettuce boiled in milk
Not envy

Other than my mother's cooking (grey pressure-cooked stews, mince curry with lots of raisins and apple chunks made with 5 year old curry powder, and a delicious roast dinner with a lump of glass in it), the worst thing I've ever eaten was an Eton Mess made by XFIL.

All the ingredients were correct, but he'd mixed it so much it had turned into a pink, concrete-like lump, with a peculiar granular texture. So disappointing 😂

I once went to a dinner party where we were served rice, topped with bacon, chicken, bananas, peanuts and double cream
mixed with a bottle of sweet chilli sauce and then all baked in the oven. Absolutely as disgusting as it sounds. Was very ill afterwards

Several variations on gristle stew in university halls of residence, once memorably accompanied by kale that hadn't been washed before cooking so it was covered in grit.

A family wedding where the dauphinoise potatoes had a weird bitter off taste (I suspect the dish had got burnt then rescued, or maybe the sauce had gone sour).

A pub whose idea of tuna salad was a heap of poorly drained tinned tuna plonked next to some undressed shredded iceberg lettuce.

AsAProfessionalFekko
Was that main course or desert?

It was the only course

Went round to a relative's for lunch...they had made pasta with a roasted veg/tomato sauce. Sauce was lovely. Method of cooking the pasta was the problem. Pasta was cooked hours before I was due to arrive then once cooked, left sitting fully submerged in the cooking water (4 hours plus) ready to be reheated once I'd arrived. The texture was indescribable.

At the time, we were going through a family bereavement. To my shame I pretended to be so grief stricken I couldn't face eating...may God forgive me!

Went for dinner at a high school boyfriend’s house once. ‘bolognese’ was actually a block of mince, in the exact shape it comes in the packet, dumped on top of plain spaghetti with a measly dribble of cold passata. I christened it ‘spaghetti block’

My father once served his DC - and visiting DC - bony, rubbery kippers, floppy skin side up, microwave-nuked peas and watery Smash. Yellow, green and powdery juices mingling and spilling over edges of the plate.

With overdiluted ki-ora to drink.

Outrage ensued. The DC visiting for tea were impeccably polite: even they couldn’t hide their horror or eat it!

2nd worse was hard boiled eggs with the yolk mashed with mustard and other mystery ingredients and piped back in. With limp, wet lettuce and tinned potatoes. Foul. DM threatened to egg his head if it was ever served again.

It's amazing how many people don't seem to be able to pull a basic spaghetti bolognese together

Shocking.

A friend once made a dreadful sardine curry...tinned sardines complete with bones. Stomach turns just thinking about it and must have been 20 years ago!

I went round to friends flat and they had made "gourmet" pot noodles. The soup part tasted only of chili and the chicken was completely pink! They raved on about how great it was while I politely tried to push the raw chicken out of the way and eat a few of the noodles.

Sunday lunch at SIL's a few years ago. She boiled the arse out of the potatoes and they'd become sludge at the bottom of the saucepan. To try and salvage this swede was mashed through the grey watery goo.

So many examples of my mum's cooking. She tries hard, bless her but has no patience to follow recipes. Every roast meal we had, she put everything on to cook at the same time so the carrots had been boiled for as long as the meat was cooking.

And then there was the Yorkshires that I'm sure broke international laws on offensive weapons they were that hard.

All my mum's cooking.
Last time we stayed she made lasagne. She proudly uses no butter, salt, pepper, herbs or spices ever.
It was a packet of mince, a jar of sauce and no vegetables at all. A white sauce made with soya milk, soya spread, and no cheese.
Left in the oven to go so dry. The pasta was uncooked though. Inedible.
Served with one slice of cucumber chopped mini, one sliver of hard avocado chopped mini and one tomato chopped mini.

my mother's one and only attempt at Cornish pasties. They were nearly a foot long, rock hard and filled with unseasoned grey bouncy mince and undercooked frozen peas. No gravy/sauce/potato/herbs/flavour of any kind.

Like chewing on an old shoe filled with gravel

Fiskeboller the first time I went for dinner at my Norwegian friend's house. We were seven years old and shy and her parents barely spoke any English so I struggled to work out what they were. Eventually I managed to get an explanation of "fish balls." They were served with a watery white sauce and mashed potato and I just couldn't bring myself to eat them.

A few weeks later I was invited round again and the mum had by now gained a bit more of an idea of what to serve an English child for dinner. She gave me chicken nuggets, chips and beans which would usually be an absolute favourite but unfortunately I was suffering from what I later realised was my first ever migraine and I could only manage a couple of mouthfuls before I had to stop eating as I thought I was going to be sick (I hadn't told anybody how unwell I felt all day as I didn't want to miss out on going to play at her house).

Our friendship lasted through many more years of primary school until she and her family moved back to Norway but I was never invited to their house for a third dinner. I think the mum must have just decided I was impossible to feed!