I had just picked up one of the cookies and... Barry walks in. "Oh, my wife baked those," he said smiling. "They look good," I said, and took a bite. My associate was horribly wrong. They didn't taste like Natural Gas at all. The thing in my mouth was worse then that. And because Barry was standing there, I couldn't spit it out. Believe me, I would have. And, horror upon horror, I still had half a cookie left in my hand.
"Good," I muttered as I shoved the rest of the cookie into my mouth and swallowed. "Yeah," he said, picking one up and eating it. He seemed to have no problem with the taste. I was actually feeling a bit nauseous. In fact, I'm still feeling a bit queasy. Just what did they taste like? This is disgusting so you may want to stop reading. They actually tasted like there was a bit of vomit in them. I suspect one her ingredients had gone bad and she used it anyway. Or, as my associate suggested, maybe she was trying to poison us. What ever it was, it took hours for that taste to finally get out of my mouth. What's really weird is that he didn't seem to notice. Maybe that's what everything she cooks tastes like. Wouldn't that be hell?