Two come to mind. The first one was cooked for me by dh. I’d been ill and all I wanted to eat was smoked haddock with rice and cheese sauce - I hadn’t eaten properly for days, and I was so looking forward to this. Dh can cook, and knows how to make a cheese sauce from scratch, but for some unknown reason he decided to use a packet cheese sauce instead. And instead of leaving the fillets of fish whole, he cut them up and mixed them through the sauce.
The sauce was vile - it smelled like feet - and because the fish was in little bits, I couldn’t scrape the sauce off and eat the fish, so I couldn’t eat any of it. I was so disappointed, I nearly cried.
The second is also one of dh’s. He had been out after work, for a drink or several with his colleagues, and when he came home, he offered to cook supper. In hindsight, I should have said no, but I’d been on the go with ds1 who was a toddler, and was pregnant with ds2, so I was only too happy to put my feet up, and wait for the salmon he was cooking.
I waited. And waited. And waited some more. I had smelled the salmon cooking, so I knew it was on its way, but it seemed to have been cooking for far longer than I thought was wise.
Eventually it turned up, and he had somehow managed to completely dehydrate it, under the grill. It wasn’t burnt - it just collapsed into salmon dust as soon as you stuck a fork in it. To this day, I don’t know how he managed that!
There is another one, that wasn’t cooked for me, but bears a mention.
My friend and I used to take her do and my three dses to do cookery classes at Waitrose. We could have a wander around, unencumbered by children, and get coffee and cake, whilst they made biscuits or whatever. One week, they made chicken kebabs, with a yoghurt sauce. It was supposed to be made with natural yoghurt, of course, but they didn’t have any in the demo kitchen, so they used strawberry yoghurt, as a substitute.
This sauce looked like cat sick, and was poured over th chicken kebabs, so they were a total write off. None of the boys would even take a single bite, and I can’t say I blamed them.
I cannot understand why they couldn’t nip out into the shop, and buy some natural yoghurt.