flowerbug
Garden Master
One of the good things growing up with a dog, if we didn't like something the dog would always eat it.
if we didn't eat it for dinner it would be there for breakfast for us next day. luckily those were very rare happenings. Mom learned to cook from Grandma so most things were good (Italian style). i know one-time she made something and Dad didn't like it so she threw it all at the wall. i don't remember that but i heard about it later.
the worst thing was the steaks she used to broil to death. it was like eating sawdust. she later learned how to do rare and that was so much better.