When I first moved from the family home my flatmate asked me to make the rice for the curry she prepared earlier, she was working and told me when to put the rice on, I did it, was lovely and fluffy, she came home starving and I was so looking forward to this dinner as I never had curry before, it was all new to me, she shrieked and hollered when she took lid from my rice pot to see I'd only gone and made sweet rice, it was the only rice I knew I could make, never heard of rice with meat sauce, in our family we only had it with fruit ;) she rinsed all the stodginess from it, I don't really know how she fixed it, so long ago now, but it was a grand dinner in the end.
I was invited by a couple to join them for a Sunday roast, the hubby nipped down the pub, the wife, cooking away and chatting, a bit like Sunday Brunch kind of atmosphere, music, chat and good few laughs and nibbles, she asked do I like Yorkshire pudding and how many would I like, my reply was "oh no, I'll be well stuffed after the dinner I won't have room for pudding" decades later, they still bring that one up ;)