Soapcakes.
As a child in the middle of elementary school I loved pancakes. The crunchy oil filled edges and the soft, syrup absorbent middle were the highlight of many a morning.

Until that is; my dad still half asleep, handed me a plate of perfectly scrumptious looking doughy disks which I duly covered in butter and syrup and tucked in. After the second bite something was definitely amiss, underlying the sweet maple-y awesomeness was an acrid pungency which was frankly worrying. I raised my concerns as tactfully as my twelve year old mind allowed and daddy dearest began to investigate.

Shortly the source of my trouble was found to be a combination of the close proximity and resemblance between the cooking oil and the dish soap and my dad not yet being fully awake on an early school morning.

Definitely the worst nominally foodly thing I have eaten. The best would be my first homemade salmon maki and chopped scallop rolls.
(The Bloody Awful Warsaw Concerto, Thu 2 Jun 2011, 5:49, 2 replies)

Nothing to add, but I like your user name.

(Kitty Fantastico "Dwarf, Anorexic and In a Fight ", Thu 2 Jun 2011, 9:23, closed)

A Spike Milligan fan

(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Thu 2 Jun 2011, 9:31, closed)