Originally Posted by
Mara
A couple of years ago I had an impossible roommate who, among other things, couldn't cook worth a damn. I made salmon one night and offered some to her, but she got really weird and put her portion back in the oven for another, like, thirty minutes. She thought that salmon shouldn't be "so pink" and "shouldn't move", i.e., that if the flesh was still soft and the flakes were slipping against each other it wasn't properly cooked.
She burned it to cardboard and then ate it (!) happily. I still think about this sadly from time to time.