Posted by sean on October 28, 2015 at 4:19 pm in Work Activities with No Comments

I have been having a discussion with my work colleagues, about nasty foods.

Ben has some aversion to Ovaltine. I must admit, I haven’t tried that drink since I was a little boy and was staying over at my grandparents’ house. I was quite surprised they still sold the stuff. While I wouldn’t go out my way to find it in the shop, and probably wouldn’t enjoy it if I drank it, I wouldn’t say I hate Ovaltine. It’s certainly not a nasty food.

What is a nasty food and literally Satan, is cottage cheese. Why on earth anyone thought this is something fit for human consumption, yet alone suitable for sale, is beyond me. I could make some cottage cheese for you. Just buy a bottle of milk, leave it under a warm radiator for four months, before pouring its putrid contents into a bowl.

I wouldn’t eat cottage cheese if was the only thing left to eat in the world. There are lots and lots of things I would rather eat. The still twitching cadaver of an insect. Frogs, snails – even parmesan cheese, which is also evil and stinks of vomit. Yes, these would all wilfully enter my gullet before I tried the foul, rotting filth that is cottage cheese.

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