My husband just told me his ultimate culinary disaster. At age 10, he was on his own when he got home from school, so he would make his own snacks- usually with great success. As he was the youngest of 4, food was sometimes in short supply in their home.

One day he decided to make cornbread. He couldn't find any in the kitchen, but remembered seeing a container of cornmeal in the bathroom. He went into the bathroom closet and found the aforementioned full container of cornmeal and took it to the kitchen.

He carefully measured, popped the pan into the oven, and waited the allotted time. He pulled a "perfect looking, golden, puffy cornbread" from the oven and sliced a big chunk off of it. He eagerly took a huge bite and realized there was something wrong. It tasted like soap. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the cornmeal container was full of his Mom's own special bath soak. She kept it in the cornmeal container in the bathroom.

Moral of the story? Never cook with cornmeal you find in the bathroom.

Beccy