Bowing before the historical greatness of this thread, I have to submit my own horrifying memory. My grandmother can certainly have her high points (anything in the baking department, especially red velvet cake!), but sometimes she tries to branch out as far as meals are concerned. Now, she is a 70-year-old southern grandma, cooking since she was probably 4, and excells in all things fried, if that gives you any indication of her cooking style. One evening she called and invited me to dinner, saying that she had something new for me to try, and it was the best things she had ever put in her mouth (her most common phrase). I agree, but already hear the low, building, horror-movie music building in my head. I get to the house, open the door, and the smell alone literally brought me to my knees. After recovering from the initial shock, I worked up the courage to enter the house again, and this time managed to make it inside to talk to her. "Clam chowder," she said. "They had canned clams on sale at the IGA, and I just thought they looked so good I couldn't pass them up." Needless to say, I didn't stay for dinner...