Several years ago, a mob of us headed over to the South Carolina coast for some golf, fishing and relaxation. One of us is a world-class chef; and every night he prepared a magnificent dinner, fresh fish, shellfish, fruits, vegetables, bread, and desert.
The next morning, after one such meal, we were loading up for another full day of fishing and drinking cold beverages, and I couldn’t find the bait. We had a large sack of shrimp that had been in the sun and nasty ass bilge water for twelve hours the previous day; and it wasn’t where I’d left it. I finally asked the cook if he’d seen the bait, and he asked what bait? I said, you know, that big sack of shrimp I put in the cooler last night. Silence!
He replied, damn, we ate it. I didn’t realize it was bait, and I cooked it last night…is everyone all right?
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That’s just plain nasty…did anyone get sick???
… unfortunately, I’ve been there…
Glad to hear I ain’t the only one that’s done that. But it was damned good.
Nobody could tell if it was stinky bait? Man, He must be a good chef!