In front of you there is fresh, pile of cow dung on your plate. Your best friend's mother claims it is beef stroganoff, but no matter what it is you are going to gag when the first glob touches your tongue. The friend's mom is waiting to see you eat the first bite and tell her how wonderfully superb her cooking is. As you lift up your spoon you think what is it going to taste like? Hopefully not as bad as it looks. You shove a chunk down your throat. It didn't taste bad; it tasted horrible. With the sweetest voice she asks how it tastes. "It's really good." you reply, hoping she didn't see your face of revulsion.
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