One that didn't happen to me but my Grandma: A very lare family gathering at Christmas, after dinner, mom, grandma and I were in the kitchen doing dishes, while everyone else was enjoying the large platters of sweets. The usual suspects, cherry squares, date squares, shortbread, Nanaimo Bars etc. My mom and I start hearing all this loud crunching. Not just someone crunching on say peanuts, but very loud, teeth breaking crunching. Thought it was odd, but went back to doing the dishes. At the end of the evening mom noticed that most of the nanaimo bars were still left on the platter, which NEVER happened. My grandma truly did make the best Nanaimo Bars. So, mom takes a bite and promptly spits it out. Turns out Grandma had mistaken the Minute Rice for Coconut. Still not sure how she did it. I will never again: Use my very large French pan in the oven and forget that the handle is steel, very long, and is at just the right angle to lay perfectly flat against the soft skin of my inner arm. Didn't burn my hand though, I did remember the potholder.