For some reason, at my aunt's house, this strange discussion about what people would be willing to eat cropped up. The discussion quickly spiralled out of control (as things often do), resulting in a dare and The Concoction: a plastic cup filled with samples of each dish, mixed together with some olive juice, whipped cream, and a pickle. My cousins and I sniffed the mixture before we offered it up to the brave contestants. It smelled horrendous. No way would I eat this - ever.
Instead, my Uncle Mark battled my mother in a test of tastebud tolerance.
"What do we win?" Asked my mother before she took her bite.
"Ma - bragging rights. What else is there?"
I'm proud to say that both Uncle Mark and my mom consumed The Concoction without gagging, and they are now branded as the toughest members of the family.
Or at least until Christmas.