While I agree with the lying bit, picking onion off a salad or sandwich does not make it all better - you get the gross onion stank lingering all over it.

Best experience I had ever war the bar that we had my wedding reception in, it was one of those kooky gastro, cocktail places with art, beaten up leather couches and old TV and games consoles around the place but the food and staff were amazing.

We went on a dream holiday to Mexico (from the UK) and between the trips, travelling, cocktails, amazing food and massive jet lag we were way too beat!

ahh, stupid thing.

my favourite stone baked pizza is

My OH eats like this but blamed it on wolf pack mentality in his childhood home. He claims once his father finished eating he would just take food off his family members played to eat - meaning you keep up or lose out.

Isn't the point of holiday food to be gross? If it was tasty we'de eat it all year 'round and it wouldn't be Christmas food, it would just be food.

"Get Pissed With Her, Not At Her!"

As a Brit I totally read this as "don't get angry at your pregnant wife, get drunk in front of her'. After suffering the wrath of a pregnant co-worker for daring to have the goats cheese tart at the Christmas dinner 'in front of her' I thought this sounded like the worst advice ever.

my husband couldn't cook when I met him 10 years ago (at 21). I came to his house for a date and saw a bag of potatoes two chicken breasts in a pan - no dinner. Apparently he'd wanted to make chicken and mashed potato (we won't even go into how bland that would be) but "the chicken made a scary noise when I put it in…

These remind me of when a friend invited me for dinner a few days before payday and made "pantry bingo" (i.e what ever you can hodge-podge together from what's left in the house). She made me frozen ground beef mince with a jar of sweet and sour sauce served with spaghetti. I am not a fussy eater but god damn I was…

yes, yes, one hundred times yes! Being from a polish family I was expected to hug, kiss and sit on the knee of every "uncle" and "aunt" who came to visit.

when I waitressed 10 years ago (uk) we got a meal - sandwich, soup or jacket potato and free cans of coke, tea and coffee and all the buttered toast we can eat. Fed staff don't pick at the kitchen. It was the best Saturday job ever!

I fell for that too once - that shit nearly came straight back up. Tasted like a 13 year old who just discovered body shop's armpit.

polish barscz - warm, peppery and spicy with mushroom uszka dumplings (meaning "little ears") is my second favourite soup behind polish chicken noodle.....did I mention that I'm polish? I can see why you think they are bad as they are made badly by restaurants so much, but homemade is the best. When I see people skim…

my husband and I lived together for 7 years before getting married. We had our house, joint account and joint savings so we were pretty invested before getting hitched. Our first year was no different except that if I want to make him smile I call him "hubby".

don't do it! Fried bread if done right is bread put in the pan with the bacon and sausage fat to soak up all the flavour and, y'know, fat. Done bad it's a piece for bread put in a deep fat fryer on a low setting. Either way grease oozes out of it - bleugh.

MrGolgotha and I almost always climax together, but after 9 years we got that shit down pat. It's like the advert for salad where the couple are a well oiled machine throwing stuff at eachother and spinning around eachother.

I don't know what's worse. After experiencing the affects and luckily being ushered home I wonder what the affects would be on some one heavily intoxicated already. Also for every girl tracked down by the rapest, how many girls end up passed out in a field, in an alley, on the road or god knows what.

From both friends' experiences and the NHS websites own information