This is why I don't let the kitchen bitch cook.
My mom went to Costco last week and, in an attempt to keep healthier food in the house, bought a bunch of produce in bulk. This has become problematic, as the fruit all ripened at the same time, and no one in the house has yet expressed the desire to consume, say, twenty apples in the span of a week. Still, the apples are tasty enough and I don't have much of a problem snacking on a few a day. The real problem is the twenty or so kiwis that have been sitting in the fridge for a week.
You can't do anything with kiwi, and eating kiwi for weeks now has started to make it unappetizing. You can't bake with it, cook with it, its uses are extremely limited. The only appetizing recipe I found with kiwi was Martha Stewart's kiwi salsa, which I didn't think anyone in my family would eat. But this morning, Alex and I were both bored out of our minds, and decided to give kiwi bread a go.
Let me just say that I was against this idea from the start and had no part in its creation. I was just glad something was being done with the kiwis instead of just letting them rot. I had no idea that the result would be inedible.
(It looks so innocent when it's asleep)
To try and recify this frankensteinian monster, chef genius over here decided to add frosting. FROSTING. TO THE KIWI BREAD.
Just because you made it, you don't have to pretend to like it.
At first, I think he described it as "strange, but not bad."
After the second slice he wised up and proclaimed it "gross."
I couldn't have said it better myself.
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