"I attended a wedding of my cousin a few years back. They were part of this cult-like “Christian” sect. The food was not made by a catering company and the whole affair was organized by church members.

For dessert they had a mango icebox cake that barely had any cream and was dyed pink for some reason. It had been sitting out for hours under the sun. It was warm, smelled a little funky and was topped with roasted garlic peanuts. We only ate it to be polite and because my siblings and I were daring each other to eat it.

It tasted just as bad as it sounds. I almost threw up after taking one bite."

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