When my wife and I first started dating, she made a dish called 'green chili stew'. When I went to Oregon to see my family, I thought I would duplicate it, so I called her and got the recipe. Somehow, I wrote down that it was made with canned Jalapeno peppers not mild green chilis.
Mom, Dad, and my sister and her family were there. I don't remember if anyone else was. My sister took one taste before the meal was served and immediately started preparing something else for her kids.
Mom put a big bowl of the stew in front of Dad (who gulped his food) and it was gone before anyone else had a chance to take a bite and say, "What the ...".
Dad grabbed my glass of milk and downed it in one gulp; the only time I saw milk cross his lips.
Everyone else ate a few bites and went to bed hungry, like bad children.