I love hiding cloves, cardamon seeds, random aromatic twigs, and occasional rocks in my pilau rice. It makes it look like I know what I'm doing. I sometimes get out recipe books 'for inspiration' though I can rarely be bothered with all that instruction following tomfoolery. Pan. Oil. Fire. I'm a culinary caveman.
I just ate a bad strawberry. You know the mouldy, funky taste. They were all like that. Tricked me into thinking that were fine, but they tasted of mould and nothing else. Worse, I tried half the pack before I gave up. Ick. Fruit are dangerous.