We had a few laughs when we were first married, over the types of disaster that naturally befall newlyweds some of the most memorable were: My wife's first ever Sunday roast, was chicken (giblets in), potatoes, cabbage and sprouts with gravy - the cabbage tasted awful and was very stringy, transpired she had cooked a cos lettuce Her first attempt at Yorkshire pudding was 3 inches high at the perimeter, but completely uncooked in the middle, so when she took it out of the pot it looked like a halo. Our first barbecue comprised crispy chicken on the outside, completely frozen in the middle. We renamed her first apple crumble, apple artex. Her first flambẻ removed her eyebrows and lashes. Her first loaf of bread weighed about 14lbs and made the table bow in the middle and her first attempt at rice resulted in a glue-like substance that no-one would touch. She went on to become a first class cook, however!
I'm a pretty good cook, but everyone makes mistakes. My most frequent goof is putting too much chili pepper in things, so nobody can eat it.
Several years ago, before we were married, my wife attempted to make some kind of potato pancake. I'm not sure what it was supposed to be. For some reason, something she did to it caused it to congeal or something, and it got kind of shiny... but it also ended up gray. She can bake with the best of 'em, and she has made some great stuff over the last couple years, but I'm me... so I always have to remind her of the substance I referred to as.... Gray Glop.
I wonder if there's any hope for my husband. Eleven years of being the primary cook and he still refuses to open a cookbook.
I make these spice cookies every Christmas and one year, instead of putting in allspice, I accidentally used chili powder. It was sort of interesting, actually. Not all that noticeable, but there was a definite taste of chili powder in the cookies.