Pour alcohol over the dish, light it on fire and yell "OPAA!"
When we lived in Seattle, our favorite Greek restaurant was Costas Opa, located in the Fremont District. We often ordered Saganaki as an appetizer. The waiter appears at the table with a platter balanced in one hand, while he lights the alcohol drenched cheese on fire with a lighter in the other. Everyone stops eating to watch as a spectacular plume of flames shoot up as high as 5-feet, scorching nearby palm fronds.
I'm on the GAPS diet program. In the book, "Breaking the Vicious Cycle", I found a recipe for Baked Cottage Cheese. It's a simple recipe and takes only 20-minutes to bake: a cup of dry curd, an egg, a tablespoon each of honey and butter. Healthy and as simple as it was, it has to be the worst dish I've ever made. I would compare it to waking up and discovering you've been eating your foam pillow.
Some dishes you just need to set on fire, yell "OPAA!" and let it burn. This solution falls into the category of a non-green guilty pleasure.
