The Crunchy Cake
One of my first cooking experiences was when I was about twelve and I decided to make a chocolate cake. Being a complete novice in the kitchen, I was unsure with how to crack the eggs and just sort of squeezed them in my hand, resulting in most of the shell ending up in the batter.
I decided to just 'mix it in' rather than try to pick it out, figuring no-one would notice the eggshell once the cake had finished cooking and being too lazy to put in the extra effort. The end result was a weirdly crunchy, gritty cake, with a texture similar to the mud pies kids make in the playground. Moral of the story: always make the extra effort.
The Pasta Incident
This one is very recent. I'm a bit of a night owl and on this particular night I was up until two in the morning writing an assignment. I finished and I was absolutely exhausted, but I was also starving hungry. Being out of bread and cereal, I decided to make some simple pasta, since I figured I was way too hungry to go to sleep. I put the pasta on with some water, turned it on and sat down to wait.
Of course, I fell asleep. An hour later all three smoke alarms went off and promptly woke up everyone in the house including the dog, who started to howl. Once I'd managed to turn off the stove and the smoke had cleared, my pasta had become a thick black inedible sludge in the bottom. My family was furious and it took months before I was trusted again. It is now known as 'The Pasta Incident'.