I attended a Christmas lunch at the local Thai restaurant with the HR department today and it was a lovely, civilised luncheon with my new team (ie - Benji didn't get trashed and vomit in the gutter).
I found it really strange that not a single drop of booze was consumed. I mean who has ever been to a dry Chrissie party for fuck sake? It's not like I was going to get tanked and go back to work and delete several hundred pays from the payroll system, but I really wanted a beer to wash down my prawn panang curry. But seeing as no one else did, I didn't want to be the naughty child and get my hand smacked.
Boring HR people.
The lunch was really nice though. The curry was perfect and had heaps and heaps of big prawns all the way through it. I had way too much when the training manager started trying to coerce me into having a dessert with her.
Fuck it. I'd already blown my calorie count on the curry, I may as well enjoy a dessert for once. So I decided to go for the deep fried ice cream with choc fudge sauce.
I haven't had deep dried ice cream since I was a kid. I remember getting it when we'd go out for a rare Chinese banquet with mum and dad's friends. It was always so crispy and coconutty on the outside, and always came with some whipped cream and a couple of lychee's for decoration and added flavour.
No matter how full I was from the banquet, I'd always make sure I'd have room for dessert.
So with those fond memories circulating through my mind, I started to salivate at the thought of my yummy yet totally unhealthy dessert. But what I got did not meet my expectations at all.
Sure it was a great big ball of golden deep fried ice cream, but it was just sitting on top of a dollop of sauce with no other garnish at all.
Presentation was lacking indeed.
Then when I got to taste it, my sweet child hood memories were completely dashed. It really tasted like a sock had been deep fried in diet cordial covered in dry skin flakes from your grandmothers stockings.
Not happy at all.
So has anyone else had a child hood memory ruined by a modern encounter? I need to know that it's not just me that has a fucked up recollection of the past.