I was invited to a neighbor's for their famous Sunday Spaghetti dinner. The pasta must have cooked for hours and the sauce was Campbell's tomato soup heated with water. Ketchup on the table was squirted on top of each plate as they were passed around. They loved it, and I ate it with a smile on my face. That was 1969 so I guess I'll never forget the horror.
Around the same time, my new SIL invited the extended family for a chicken dinner. Her first hosting event. It was really really really pink, and I ate it. We all did. Nobody wanted to hurt her feelings, since she was obviously nervous. I don't think I even got sick!
Same SIL became a better (meaning safer) cook, but she always put liquid margarine on the table, even for holiday meals. That was one I could ignore and nobody noticed.
What did you manage to get down and remain polite, but won't ever forget?
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