Comments: Cheesy Memories

I used to love to give my dad prank gifts, I have one that I caught on video, I am going to email to you..

PT

Posted by P'cola Titan at December 11, 2007 11:03 PM

Years ago, for a family Independence Day gathering, there was 2 twelve-packs of an off-brand, diet iced tea in cans purchased. One (1) can was opened; then promptly spit out. It was the most vile, horrific taste- and everyone was made to try it.

Somehow, the unopened twelve-pack sat in the pantry until Christmas. We wrapped it up, and gave it to my mother-in-law- the one who had requested the drink in the first place. There were many laughs on Christmas day, then it was forgotten.

Until the next Christmas- where we got it back.

This went on for a few years, until my mother-in-law got divorced- and I believe she may have lost custody of the twelve-pack.

Posted by Prestersean at December 12, 2007 12:46 AM

Clearly I wouldn't remember that year but I do remember later years. I loved the torts...dad would cut us little slices after dinner and I felt like it was a very special cake.

Posted by Morrigan at December 12, 2007 05:25 AM

PT- My email is down right now, so if you don't hear from me, its not because I'm neglecting it! Send it!

Prestersean- Oh I love those types of gifts that get passed from year to year! Our family has a few of those... nothing as vile as the iced tea you describe. One of them is a corn pone encased in plastic...

Mo- I wasn't sure if we still got them when you were fully cognizant. I think that Butt Cheese smelled too... I'm waiting for TNs take.

Posted by Bou at December 12, 2007 07:11 AM

My Grandma used to make this Olde English Pudding, and being of the very young variety i just thought it looked like a gigantic turd that you were supposed to drizzle with this vile looking white...syrup. Although very few in the ENTIRE family actually ate it, she faithfully made it year after year. One Fateful Yuletide, i have no clue as to when, i mustered the courage to try it, or maybe it was my own older brothers and their coersion...nonetheless it made contact with my tongue. It was one of those "Hey Mikey, he likes it!" moments. I ate it every year after that and have found that in adulthood that i actually crave it, but no one has made it since she last did probably my senior year of high school in '86(she's been gone since '89). I think after all these years i've finally located the recipe from my dad's cousin and am looking forward to making it this year. The question at this point...where the hell do you find beef suet now?

Posted by Jay- the friendly neighborhood piper at December 12, 2007 09:43 AM

We've been wrapping and passing a can of Heinz Spotted Dick around for years. I have it this year, and my dad is getting it!

Posted by oddybobo at December 12, 2007 12:59 PM

I remember that fruit cake. No, really, someone gave that same one to me one year. I gave it to someone else. You'll never convince me there's more than one fruit cake in the world - I've never seen anyone eat that stuff.

But Butt Cheese? Yeah, I can't help you identifying that one. I don't eat wax, so I don't eat much cheese, either (well, except for on pizza).

Posted by Ogre at December 12, 2007 02:22 PM

I remember the year that my sister was working on a bunch of gingerbread figures, trying to mold them properly while the gingerbread was soft (she can be a real perfectionist). As she worked meticulously on her likeness of Adam and Eve, this comment suddenly escaped her... (better cover the kids' eyes and ears)

"Oh no! Adam's getting hard!"

Posted by diamond dave at December 12, 2007 05:42 PM

The texture was the nasty thing, but it is cheese, so there's a distinct possibilty it also smelled bad.

Last night after Chinese food, I polished off the Dobosh Torte. A couple hours later, I sliced into one of the sausages and the "normal" mini-brick of cheddar -- went through about half each. If I hadn't eaten so much of it, it would've been a much better midnight snack. Still tasty!

Posted by Toluca Nole at December 12, 2007 06:34 PM

Just remember one gift to the family at Christmas time that got me in trouble..well, it twern't the gift it was my mouth...and the neighbor who brought my Mother a Minced Meat Pie..I allowed it looked like it had already been ate and the neighbor heard me and took offense...but it did..

Posted by GUYK at December 12, 2007 08:55 PM

My dad would go goose and duck hunting, and we always had game for Christmas dinner. Mom would stuff them with apples and celery, slather them with butter, and roast them. I liked it, but I hated accidentally biting down on the shot.

Well, one year he winged a goose and didn't have the heart to kill it. He didn't damage it very badly, and he chased it down (a wild goose chase?) tackled it, threw it in the Jeep and brought it back to the house to recuperate. (Honestly, I don't know what that ride must have been like.) So we had our Christmas goose, alright, only it wasn't on the table where it belonged.

Instead, it lived on the enclosed porch, and all of us kids stopped using the back door to exit the house. It was an evil goose, and a very large one as well - as tall as one of my little brothers who lived in mortal fear of it. I don't remember why dad moved it INSIDE, but at some point it became a "house pet". It got labeled "Socrates". Pet? As if. It took a shining to the Christmas tree. I think it was attracted by the tinsel, because it de-tinseled the tree rather handily. It walked the perimeter of the tree skirt and kept us from getting within throwing distance of the tree. It also drank the water out of the tree stand. Seriously, it would have been sweet revenge to see that thing stuffed with celery and apples!

Our parents at least had the decency to lock the goose up in the bathroom on Christmas eve and again on Christmas day, so we could open presents. After New Year's the goose was carted off and released where it could hook up with some other geese. It probably died somewhere of tinsel ingestion.

Posted by Peggy U at December 13, 2007 12:07 AM